Tech: You're pregnant.

Felicity: What are you, a psychic?

Tech: You had no wine, no coffee or champagne and you ate a lot of chocolate—a pregnant woman's worth of chocolate.

Felicity: I ate that much chocolate before I got pregnant.

Tech: Ha! You are!

Felicity: I haven't told Oliver, so zip it, alright?!

Tech: Alright...you guys are having Arrow Babies!

Felicity: *glares* Baby.

Tech: Fine...Arrow Baby.

Felicity: Ugh.