Olivia: We're going to win the election now. They lost their child. America will rally behind them.
Cyrus: We're going to win. I hadn't really thought about it.
Olivia: I did. A child is dead and that's the first thing that popped into my head.
Cyrus: I was going to let that church blow up with everyone in it.

Olivia: How did we get like this? When did we stop being people?
Cyrus: Were we ever people? Or did serving at the pleasure of the President just help us to shed our pesky skins and unmask us as the monsters we really are?

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?

This is me doing what I do best. I'm handling this. I'm fixing this. I have been over every option. I have looked at it from every angle, and I have hoped and prayed that I was wrong. I have tried to pretend that I didn't know what the answer is, but I do, so now it's time for me to stand in my truth.

It's me. I'm the thing that needs to be fixed. I'm the thing that needs to be handled. I'm the scandal. And the best way to deal with a scandal is to shut it down.

Jake: Take me with you. Run away with me. Save me.
Olivia: I am in love with someone else.
Jake: You're leaving everything else behind. Leave that behind too.

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

[to Rowan Pope] I can never tell if you're lying. I can never trust my gut when it comes to you.

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

Are we gladiators or are we bitches?

Cyrus: You could call a friend.
Olivia: Are we? Still friends?
Cyrus: I need a favor.

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.