Mention me in your prayers this morning. I'll take all I can get.

Billy Chambers

Olivia: I'm saying 23 hardworking Americans are staying late at night so you can call me.
Fitz: You want me to hang up?

Quinn: You saved my life, I get that, but I still don't know how, or why, and until then I might as well still be wearing that freaking orange jumpsuit.
Olivia: You want answers, fine, you'll get them. But you have to trust me when I tell you that it's in your own best interest that you don't have every piece of the puzzle right now.

Being on the short list is not like winning. Winning is like winning.

Cyrus

Fitz: I want a resignation letter in the morning. You've been wanting to spend more time with your family. People still buy that one, right?
Cyrus: Yeah, well, I plan to use it someday.

Mellie: I'd like you to forgive me. I've forgiven you. We can't do this, live in a perpetual war zone. We were never...but we were always partners. And we were always friends. I know you hate me. I know you don't even want to be in the same room with me. But somewhere, in here, is the girl you got under a blanket with on Oregon Street. I am still the girl who kept you warm and you have to forgive me. Tell me what to do and I will do it. But you have to forgive me.
Fitz: I forgive you, okay? You're forgiven.

Edison: I took an oath to do the exact opposite of what you're asking me to do.
Olivia: You always did put your career above all.
Edison: Takes one to know one.

Mellie: I want a seat at the table.
Cyrus: You have a seat at the table.
Mellie: The kiddie table. I want a seat at the adult's table like I was during the election. Or have you forgotten how things worked back then?
Cyrus: We've all made sacrifices, me as much as anyone. That was the election. This is the White House and in the White House, this is the way things work.

Cyrus: You can't be here.
Olivia: I wouldn't have come if I didn't I need a favor.

Cyrus: It's smart, it's brilliant, the optics, the staging. She's taking my playbook and throwing it in our faces.
Fitz: She has the moral high ground here, Cy. An American girl was murdered and those parents deserve justice. The better half of me wants to throw that son of a bitch in prison, immunity be damned--
Cyrus: Sir--
Fitz: The political half of me knows I can't. Keep your pants. on.

David, I'm not asking for a tour. I'm just saying, I have cookies. 'Delicious, you'll be my slave once you eat these' cookies.

Abby

Huck: Is there artificial sweetener in that?
Abby: People and their secrets. Between this one and Olivia, it's like we're living in the Soviet Union. Hell, I'm an open book. What about you, Huck? What's your secret?
Huck: Artificial sweetener makes rats spit up blood?