[looks at Felicity] Well I guess I need a code name. Felicity and I, we have missed this. We've missed all of you. And the city is far worse off than we thought.
[broadcasting on the emergency channel] Six months ago, the Arrow died. What he stood for didn't. It lived on and heroes took up his mantel. People who believe that this city should never descend into hopelessness. Who believe although life is full of darkness, that darkness can be fixed by light. And tonight I am declaring my intention to stand with them. To fight for this city! To be the symbol of hope that the Arrow never was. I. Am. The Green Arrow.
What this city needs is somebody who can stand out in the light of day, not lurk around in the shadows. You said you were gonna be different this time, huh? How?
Have you ever considered how ironic your name is? "Felicity" refers to the ability to find appropriate expression for one's thoughts, which is not exactly something you're particularly good at.
Yeah. Turns out Central City is missing one. A Jeremy Tell. Cisco says we should call him "Double-Down", which doesn't exactly make sense, since he was getting a tattoo when the Dark Matter wave hit.
Oh, my God. It is not a long story. It is the shortest story in history. Two guys go take on criminals without asking for backup and nearly get killed in the process. You know, I haven't said anything up till now, because I was hoping that the two of you would removes your heads from your own asses but turns out I was wrong.
No, no, no. This is the part where I talk and you two listen. The both of you nearly got killed out there tonight because you didn't have each other's back.
I'm gonna take this to a guy at Palmer Tech to find out how some lunatic meta turns tattoos into lethal weapons. If you two haven't resolved your issues by the time I get back, I'm gonna find a bunch of Mirakuru soldiers to knock some sense into you.
We got lucky. Oliver, there was a time when I would've taken a bullet for you. And I don't know if I would do that now. Which means that when we're out there, we are not out there together. You crossed a line, man. And the fact that you could do that again sits in the back of my head somewhere.
I get it! I get it. I understand that I crossed a line. I understand that I lost your trust. What I don't understand is why you won't give me a chance to earn it back.
No, she isn't. She may look like your daughter, but she doesn't possess her soul. The most loving act you can commit is to return Sara to her final rest. I'm sorry.