Slade: Be patient. But be prepared.
Oliver: For what?
Slade: Choosing between being the man people need you to be or the father that your son will need you to be.

Black Siren: Oh well this feels familiar! Maybe this time...aim for the heart?
Quentin: I'm sorry.
Black Siren: For shooting me or for leaving me for dead?
Quentin: You were trying to hurt my friend.
Black Siren: Oh, so you choose your friend over your own daughter?
Quentin: Don't you make me do this Laurel, please don't make me do this.
Black Siren: So now I'm Laurel? Don't torture yourself because if we were back on Lian Yu and the roles were reversed...I'd have pulled the trigger.

Black Siren: God you're such a bitch!
Black Canary: Yeah it takes one to know one, sweetheart!

Raisa [to Oliver]: You had trouble fitting in, in age.
Oliver [to Raisa]: What?! What are you talking about? I had Tommy.
Raisa [to Oliver]: I wouldn't call having a friend who helps you get in trouble, "fitting in".
Oliver [to Raisa]: That's a fair point.

You thought you could replace me? That's cute.

Black Siren

Malcolm: You okay?
Thea: Go to hell.
Malcolm: I'll take that as a yes.

Malcolm: I'll check the RPG site.
Nyssa: I'll accompany you.
Malcolm: It's almost like you don't trust me, Nyssa.
Nyssa: That's exactly while I'll accompany you.

Are you looking for applause? Clapping is a little difficult for me these days.

Malcolm

You and me, kid, like old times.

Slade

Oliver: Slade, are you going to help me, or not?
Slade: I think I'm stating the obvious when I say I killed your mother and for that, you should kill me now.

Black Siren: Hi, daddy.
Quentin: Oh, my god. It can't be.
Black Siren: It can be. Daddy, it can. Don't worry, I'll explain everything.

Thea: I don't know about you, but I'm sure as hell not staying here.
Quentin: You read my mind. Let's go.

Arrow Quotes

You know Oliver, somebody once told me that secrets have weight. The more you keep, the harder it is to keep moving.

Diggle

Oliver: I just need your A game right now Felicity.
Felicity: I don't have it! My friend, our friend, was shot with arrows and fell off of a rooftop. Her body is upstairs right above us in a freezer because we don't know what to do with it, with her, so I am so sorry, Oliver, if I have feelings, but maybe if you did, too... I'm sorry. That was mean. But this is Sara we're talking about. Your Sara. How can you stand there being so cold and rational?
Oliver: Because I don't have the luxury of falling to pieces. Everyone is looking to me to handle things, to make the right decisions. Everyone is looking to me to lead. If I grieve, nobody else gets to.