Olivia: I thought we could talk about how our days went.
Jake: That sounds very normal.

[to Olivia] Call me later if you want me to do that thing to you.

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

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?

Olivia: How do I choose the box to bury my friend in?
Jake: There's no wrong choice. You just pick.

Olivia: You want to stand in the sun with me.
Jake: I want us to stand in the sun together.

Olivia: It's me. Everything that's happened, none of it would be happening if it weren't for me. My mother, my father, the man I love, an innocent boy dying, churches being blown up, you being thrown in the hole. The only common denominator is me. I'm at the center. I'm the eye of the storm.
Jake: So you're the devil, is that it? And this is your pity party?

Jake: Rosen, I killed three people right in front of you. I am not a good guy.
David: Deep down, I think you are.

Jake: Tell me.
Olivia: I love him. Fitz. I love him. And I felt something with you last night and that feels like betrayal.
Jake: It feels like a first step.

[to Olivia] Tell me you felt it, too. Tell me I'm not crazy. Tell me you felt it, too.

Jake: That wasn't you handling me, that was us.
Olivia: I don't know what you expect me to say.

[to Olivia] I asked you to save me, and you said no.