Harrison: Hey Liv, let me ask you a question. Why are we helping Doyle? Why is the devil our client?
Olivia: Because even the devil loves his kids.

Olivia: Cyrus, I can't talk.
Cyrus: Why not?
Olivia: Because Hollis Doyle's daughter has been kidnapped.
Cyrus: Karma.

Olivia: Cyrus?
Cyrus: I'll be there in 20. I was thinking a nice Napa red with a side of Stovetop popcorn. We'll go old school tonight?

Cyrus: Is it a date? Who is he?
Olivia: You wouldn't know him. I don't even know if I know him. There's something not quite right there, but I'm going with it because God knows when it comes to men my instincts haven't exactly served me well, so I'm jumping. This is me jumping.
Cyrus: Why is everyone cheating on me?

Olivia: I have a lot of work to do and I'm tired and I just--
Jake: You are afraid. Of me. Of the unknown. Of what this is.

Jake: You still thinking about him?
Olivia: No.
Jake: Goodnight, Olivia.
Olivia: Goodnight, Jake.

Jake: You are never home.
Olivia: I'm working.
Jake: So am I.

Olivia: I hate you.
Fitz: I know.

Olivia: You can go.
Fitz: You don't dismiss me.
Olivia: I don't want to talk to you. I am never going to be ready to talk to you.

Fitz: I love you.
Olivia: Stop saying that. You are having me watched. Followed. There are cameras in my apartment. That's not love.

Fitz: Do you still love me?
Olivia: Does it matter?
Fitz: It matters. Do you still love me? It's a yes or no question. Olivia?
Olivia: I do. But I can't do this anymore.

Check my file. Half my clients have your pay grade or higher which means half my clients would happily intervene on my behalf and kick your ass in whatever special way their office allows. Which is why I suggest, Director Osborne, you leave my apartment immediately.