You're not their father anymore. And you're not Fitz anymore. You know who you are? You know who you've become? You're Big Jerry. You're your father. Everybody in this White House, Cyrus and me included, tiptoe around trying to figure out how to get on your good side. But you don't have a good side. You've turned into your father. So, you should understand how your children feel considering how much you hated your dad. They didn't want to come and so I told them they didn't have to. Deal with it. Put another glass of scotch on top of it and just deal with it.

Mellie: Tell Fitz he has 36 hours to convince me in person that he regrets the unfortunate choices he's made and truly wants to recommit himself to his wife and children. If he doesn't, he will have the pleasure of seeing the First Lady of the United States call her husband a whore-loving bastard on national television.
Cyrus: You wouldn't.
Mellie: Call my bluff, Cy. I dare you.

Mellie: It's not the same. My child, your husband. It's not the same.
Cyrus: I keep hearing that. The loss of a child is greater. I resent that, never having lost a child. I resent having to feel like losing the love of my life, the only someone who ever made me feel like I was truly me, is less of a loss, is smaller than your loss. I am now broken. I'm not me. I'm forever changed. I'm undone. A broken heart is a broken heart. To take a measure is cruelty.

I am spectacular, but I can't compete with religious fervor, but no, I was not praying that she'd be blown up today. I am not miserable. I'm celebrating. Because Olivia Pope still walks this Earth. She's still alive. And as long as she's still alive, well, she's your flaw. Your Achilles heel. Which makes her my weapon. She's the strings that if need be I will pull to make my puppet husband dance. So cheers, baby. Drink up. I live to fight another day.

He needs you, Olivia. He is tired and broken and it isn't the job. It's doing the job without you. He's not alive when you're not here. He can't breathe when you're not here. He doesn't have the will to run much less win when you're not here because you, you're everything to him, Liv. He needs you, so I need you to come back. Come back to us.

Do you even give a crap about any of this, Fitz? I get the foundation and Saturdays and you get to marry your mistress. It doesn't get any better for you than that.

If your whore had died today brave and strong, protecting a Congressman inside the Capitol with a nation watching, honey, the nails, the wood, the cross you would build and hammer her on, the worship you would feel for the rest of your days down on your knees praying to Saint Olivia Pope. That would be...I'd lose. Our little war. I'd lose.

Fitz: Olivia Pope being blown to bits? That's your dream isn't it?
Mellie: Oh, no. That's my nightmare.

I kept my distance from him because I was terrified of what he might...be. Turns out he was yours the whole time. But he was always mine, or he should have been. But I was afraid, and now he's gone.

[to Cyrus] It hurts until it doesn't. You think it's going to break you, but it won't. You may not sleep as well at night, but you will be fine. Numb, but numb and fine are the same.

Mellie: That is not you cheating on me. That is you...
Fitz: That is me being in love with another woman.

Cyrus: You're evil.
Mellie: You're welcome.