- Moira Queen: I've taken care of it. Carl Ballard will not be a problem anymore.
- Malcolm Merlyn: Given your propensity for squeamishness, I'm assuming that Mr. Ballard remains in good health.
- Moira Queen: I made it clear to him persuasively that his plans endangered the undertaking. I didn't have to make the usual threats.
- Malcolm Merlyn: Excellent. Now, one more matter to attend to. I need you to have the contents of this address removed and disposed of properly, the warehouse where you're storing the remains of the Queen's Gambit.
- Moira Queen: I already told you, I knew Robert's yacht was sabotaged.
- Malcolm Merlyn: And I don't think it serves for anyone to find evidence of that.
- Cyrus Vanch: Time's running out, and still no visit from your friend. I might have overestimated his fondness for you.
- Laurel Lance: Assault with intent and kidnapping. You're gonna rot in prison for life this time.
- Cyrus Vanch: That's assuming your hooded BFF saves you. And his chances of survival are not so great. He's going up against armed men with their fingers on the trigger of guns that fire up to six hundred rounds per minute. Now, I'm no Einstein, but that is a lot of bullets. And even if he were to take them out, I have two sharpshooters on the roof. And even if he were to get by them, what's he gonna do against the veritable army of sons of bitches that I've got waiting for him? Now, as I said, I'm no Einstein, but I can count to twenty-four. And in case you're wondering, I was, so I studied up on my news footage; twenty-four is the exact number of arrows he carries in his quiver and fléchettes around his forearm.
- [the Arrow enters at gunpoint, having bypassed said guards but run out of arrows]
- Cyrus Vanch: Lose the bow, Merida.
- Tommy Merlyn: Can I talk to you about something?
- Oliver Queen: Tommy, every time you want to talk to me about something and that something is Laurel, you look like you're about to tell me you have a terminal disease.
- Thea Queen: So this is really happening. Four hundred and ninety-eight hours of community service to go.
- Laurel Lance: Four hundred and ninety-nine. This orientation doesn't count.
- Thea Queen: Tell me how this is not cruel and unusual punishment.
- Arrow: Detective, if this is another trick, you will not like the consequences.
- Quentin Lance: I'm not particularly happy right now. I hate you. I hate everything you stand for. But this lunatic has my little girl. He left this behind as some kind of ransom note.
- Arrow: His name is Cyrus Vanch.
- Quentin Lance: Jeez. He'll kill her if he doesn't get you.
- Arrow: He'll kill her anyway, so why come to me?
- Quentin Lance: It's a pretty tight circle that knows about you and my daughter working together. If Vanch knows, it's because somebody at the precinct talked. There isn't anybody else I can trust.
- Arrow: Vanch is holed up in a mansion. It's a heavily fortified position. I was there. I can't take it by myself.
- Quentin Lance: I need your help.
- Arrow: Then I need yours.
- Arrow: Are you all right?
- Laurel Lance: What would you think if I said I didn't know?
- Arrow: That you were being honest.
- Oliver Queen: [listening to Dig's recording of Moira] I've listened to this fifteen times. It's definitely her voice, Diggle. I just... I can't believe it's her.
- John Diggle: We all have blind spots when it comes to family.
- Oliver Queen: Yeah. Laurel's almost got her killed tonight. Vanch never would've known about her connection to me if Lance hadn't lied to her.
- John Diggle: Guess the lesson here is blind trust can be dangerous.
- John Diggle: What's the undertaking?
- Oliver Queen: I don't know. But with all this talk about threats, it can't be good.