Jake: And one more thing...
Olivia: What?
Jake: Stock...your damn...fridge. If I'm going to be your fake boyfriend all day, I'm going to come home at the end of it and drink real beer and eat real food. Wine is not beer and popcorn is not food.

We both know it's not my turn anymore. We both know we're not standing in the sun. We both know you're standing in the shade of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. As long as we're back, it's his turn, despite the fact that I'm the one you like to ride. That I'm the one who makes you moan. The one who reaches you in places that he can't begin to touch. Isn't that right?

Fitz: I'm the Commander in Chief.
Jake: And I am Command, which means you don't tell me to do anything because I'm not your bitch.

Jake: I came to say good-bye.
Olivia: Jake--
Jake: I loved you. Whatever happens next, I want to make sure you know that I loved you. I love you.

Fitz: Look, Jake...
Jake: Captain Ballard. Jake is what my friends call me. You're not my friend, Mr. President. Friends don't put you in prison for crimes you didn't commit. They don't refuse to hear you when you're telling them the truth. They don't hit you when you can't hit back. So when you refer to me from this point forward it will be as Captain Ballard, is that understood?

Olivia: What are you doing?
Jake: It's been a long day and I want to take a shower and wash it off me before we have pretend sex.

You're a mouse Cyrus. A mouse on a wheel thinking truly, believing that if I just run a little bit faster that I'll get the cheese. You are small, and while I'd love to explain to you how the world works, I don't have the time and you wouldn't understand.

Jake: You could let me rot in here. Be easy. Solve all your problems. I mean, I did tell him that you loved me too, but I was just messing with his head. All you have to do is just turn your head and then you and that Fitz guy can just dance off into the sun.
Olivia: Don't ever talk about me and the sun and another man again. Don't ever do that. Okay?

Jake: Are you summoning me?
Olivia: No...possibly.
Jake: You cannot summon me.
Olivia: Get over here.

This was my call. I am protecting the Republic. I keep this country running. I do what needs to be done. I am Command.

Jake: It's unfortunate. Life is unfortunate. Random. Coincidental. Bad things happen to good people all the time.
Olivia: No, you make bad things happen to good people.

[to Olivia] Let me be clear. You can ask a favor of me, but you cannot tell me how to do it, who to task, or anything remotely close to how to do my job because you have no idea how my world works.