Cyrus Beene Quotes
Cyrus: You could call a friend.
Olivia: Are we? Still friends?
Cyrus: I need a favor.
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You really want to pretend we don't all know how this movie ends? It's not going to be a surprise, Sir. It's rather predictable, really, she's Olivia. You're Fitz. At a certain point in time, the two of you are going to find yourselves together in the same room. The ancipation relentless, isn't it? We all know what happens next. We've seen this movie a hundred times.
Do you need to validate your broomstick or can you find your way out on your own?
Olivia: How did we get like this? When did we stop being people?
Cyrus: Were we ever people? Or did serving at the pleasure of the President just help us to shed our pesky skins and unmask us as the monsters we really are?
Olivia: We're going to win the election now. They lost their child. America will rally behind them.
Cyrus: We're going to win. I hadn't really thought about it.
Olivia: I did. A child is dead and that's the first thing that popped into my head.
Cyrus: I was going to let that church blow up with everyone in it.
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Leo: Any words of advice?
Cyrus: Nope. Well, maybe. Try and protect your soul if you still have one. It's futile, but you should still try.
Olivia: We're gonna lose the election on Tuesday.
Cyrus: Let's be honest. We lost the election today.
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Olivia: Tell me we're not the help, Cyrus, that I am not some maid with a mop in my hand cleaning up messes whenever they ring the bell. If you can do that for me--
Cyrus: I'd be lying.
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Whatever happens, remember the best part of me loves you. Maybe the only good part.
[to James] Girls like to be kissed first, right? Romance them a little before you dive right into their pants.
Cyrus: I'll give you exactly one second to get your feet off my desk.
Leo: Or what?
Cyrus: Or I'll cut 'em off and shove 'em down your throat.
Leo: I'm a size 11 1/2. I seriously doubt my feet would fit down my throat.
Cyrus: I'm not talking about your feet you baby-faced twit. I'm talking about your balls. Have they even dropped yet? Will you miss them when they're gone?
[to James] I'm standing here in my underwear and without my soul and I'm asking you what happens now.