Cyrus: Red, you know I'd never tell you how to do your job.
Abby: Oh, yes. You would. Do it. Please.

Michael: Who’s Oliver?
Cyrus: My brother.
Michael: I thought you were an only child.
Cyrus: I am.

I did dabble in darkness for the last decade or so but then I met Frankie. Let me tell you Rosen, he’s once in a life time. He wants to make the world a better place. Actually make the world a better place.

This election should be you and me competing for the Oval. Student versus master. A fair fight. Don't you want that? You sure as hell should because the alternative is you've already lost.

The fact that we can sit here and talk about murder and not blink our eyes, I've never had that, not with anyone. This is the truest, most honest relationship I've ever had.

Olivia: I can still take you down.
Cyrus: And how would you do that?
Olivia: One word: Harrisburg.
Cyrus: Two words: Andrew Nichols.

Mellie: It's intoxicating, everyone always doing what I say. I started to think, I can do whatever I want, whomever I want, but that is exactly what they all thought; those old dead guys with their mistresses and their child brides. The pigs! And now, it's happening to me. It's a nightmare.
Cyrus: I never thought about it like that.
Mellie: Well, now you know. You're not the only one with issues around here.

War is good for business and polls are harder to read buried under piles of cash.

Cyrus: You know what happens if a bored nurse or arrogant doctor tweets that the President, same one who was shot in the head 10 months ago, is in the hospital in the middle of the night? Markets panic. Reporters swarm. Defcon levels change.
Fitz: Cats and dogs will finally get along?

You need to grow some Presidential-sized balls.

[to Fitz] We will now all do our level best to not blow her up, but you cannot call Olivia because there is no way in hell I'm allowing the two of you to share a headline for the third week running.

Cyrus: Now you listen to me.
David: No, you listen to me. I may not have the Cytron card anymore, but I do have my conscience. And there's a hell of a lot of noise I can make if I don't think you're worthy of the moral sacrifice I made.