Stephen: What if I marry her, and I cheat? Or she gets bored with me? Or she doesn't love me enough? I'm not a good guy. Livie, what if she leaves me?
Olivia: I've gotta trust my gut and my gut is what?
Stephen: Never wrong.
Olivia: My gut tells me she's in this. She's in this with you. If it doesn't work, it doesn't work, but you have to try. Because if you try, if you leap, and you try, and it doesn't work, it's not on you.

[to Fitz] Many a man has been undone by jealousy.

Cyrus

Abby: It makes no sense. Do you buy it?
Harrison: I question she's lying about her alibi, but I have a hard time buying her as some Unabomber freak who could mix Clorox and toothpaste and blow up half an office park. No offense, Huck.
Huck: None taken.

Harrison: Shut it down.
Quinn: I'm sorry?
Harrison: I saw you on your date last night.
Quinn: I don't knwo what you're talking about.
Harrison: You're lying, which isn't the problem. The problem is you suck at it. Every time you do it, you look like you're about to cry. You look like you're about to cry right now.
Quinn: I'm not going to.
Harrison: Now. You can't keep seeing this guy. There's going to come a time when you're going to have to lie to him to protect a client, and we don't lie to reporters, because once you do there's no going back. You've killed the one thing you protect at all costs--your credibility. And not just your credibility, my credibility. This firm's credibility. And that's not going to happen. So save yourself the trouble and shut it down.

Fitz: What are you thinking? Who are you right now?
Olivia: The woman who got you elected. So go be the man I voted for.

I'm asking you to be an adult. Stop holding your breath. Quit stomping your feet. It's time to pick up your toys like a good girl and act like the First Lady of the United States of America.

Cyrus

President: Why did you invite her to the State dinner?
First Lady: Olivia?
President: Why would you do that?
First Lady: Because you needed to see her. I trust that tonight, you'll sleep like a baby.

You're ticking, sir. You're ticking. You know how I know you're ticking? Up until you saw this picture, you've been happy. Lately, you've been happy, and don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed it. Not because of the happiness but because it's been weird, like seeing a grandma in a bikini or a Democrat with a Bible. You're happy, but we both know that happy people are rarely actually happy, unless they're morons. You are a brilliant man, a Rhodes scholar and a PhD, which means you're acting happy because she won't take your calls, and you won't admit that it bothers you and god knows what else that goes on in the Shakespearean drama that is the women in your life. You're ticking, sir. You're a bomb stuffed in a teddy bear waiting to explode.

Cyrus

Olivia: Are you hacking?
Huck: Would you like me to explain it?
Olivia: That would ruin it for both of us.

Huck: Hollis Doyle has to go. I can take care of that for you if you want.
Olivia: Huck, you have to stop killing people.
Huck: Why? It solves the problem.

Like I always say, if you've got a problem, get Olivia Pope on it. You could look a little happier honey, we did just save your Presidency.

Mellie

Huck: If I kill Hollis Doyle for you, you can't come back here. You can't work for Pope and Associates anymore. You can't be a gladiator.
Quinn: Why not?
Huck: Because you want Hollis dead for revenge and we don't do revenge. We solve problems. So you can be Lindsey Dwyer and get revenge on Hollis or you can be Quinn Perkins and move on with your life. You can't have your new life and also keep your old life. It doesn't work that way. So which is it?