Barry: You tortured that guy. Oliver: I interrogated him. Barry: When my friends said that you were a criminal, I defended you because I thought you were supposed to be a hero. I thought we were supposed to be better than them. Oliver: Barry, you live in Central City, where it's sunny all the time and your enemies get cute nicknames. You're not in Central City. I live in the city where my best friend was murdered. Where a woman I loved was shot full of arrows and sent tumbling off of a rooftop, where my mother was murdered right in front of me, so before you... Barry: My mother was murdered right in front of me, too. But I don't use my personal tragedies to just torture whoever pisses me off. Oliver: Well I'm sorry, Barry, but I'm not as emotionally healthy as you are.
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.