You don't have to love me, but we are in this hell together and the flames are burning both of us with equal intensity, baby, so the least you can do is be my friend. Just a little bit. The least you could do is show up. Show up for me. Show up for me, Fitz. Instead of being like some...stranger.

Fitz: Does it ever bother you? All the lies? All the pretending? And that's not an accusation, cause I do it too and do it well. It's just a question. Because it's gotten so easy. I don't know anymore.
Mellie: Pretending is what's real.
Fitz: What?
Mellie: Every married couple alive pretends. They pretend they don't hate their in-laws or their husband's stupid jokes or their wife's laugh or that they don't actually love one of their children more than the others. Marriage is, well, it's almost all pretend. For everyone. That's the reality. That's what's real. Buying into the delusion that there's any other way to live together, to get through an entire life together, that's, well that's the fantasy. That's pretending.

Mellie: They want to go public.
Cyrus: Aren't you part of 'they' now? One-third of some secret, unholy political trinity.

The upsetting thing about being as educated as I am and as intelligent as I am is that being the First Lady is profoundly boring.

Mellie: I'd say this is a new low.
Cyrus: Not for me.

Mellie: I just don't understand why I have to apologize for his affair.
Cyrus: Because that's how it works.

You and I, we've always wanted the same man, Liv. For him to be the man we know he can be. And after what we did, we owe him this. The chance to run on his own steam and win.

I want his head in the fire and I want to see him burn. I want to hand him the one piece of news that will destroy him and I want to watch his face when it happens.

Give any piece of trailer trash a push-up bra and a microphone and those stupid flyovers will eat it up like fried Twinkies.

Fitz: Somebody out there wants me dead.
Mellie: [laughs] He thinks it's just out there.

Mellie: I came up with a list of men. Eligible bachelors. Prominent, smart. Pick one.
Olivia: Pick one?
Mellie: Any one of them, it's an equal opportunity list. Tall, short, black, white, Republican, Democrat. I don't care who, just pick one and start dating him. Publicly. So the everyone can stop thinking that you're screwing my husband. Smile, Olivia. The world is watching.

Olivia: Why are you doing this?
Mellie: Because I like it when my husband is the President. I worked very hard for it. I've done a great deal to get us here, and you are going to get him across the finish line. But you can't do that if people know what kind of person you really are. Cheers!