Huck: Hypotheticals are pointless. Is there a real world situation you'd like to ask me about?
Quinn: No.
Huck: Come back when there is.

Olivia: You want more responsibility around here, you earn it.
Harrison: I did earn it. The hard way.

You're gonna find someone that makes you happy, Abby. Don't worry. You are gonna find a good guy.

Harrison

Harrison: Liv, you need to get down here.
Olivia: Harrison, you can do this. You're ready. I have every faith in you.
Harrison: Liv, you don't understand...
Olivia: You can do this. See it through.

[to Harrison] The person they're looking for, the one they think shot the President? That's me.

Huck

I'm new to the field of remote controlled sniper rifles. Is there a trade magazine they send out to enthusiasts, psychopaths, assassins?

Abby

Olivia: What did you do?
Huck: What I'm trained to do.

Abby: So that's the...
Huck: that's the gun that shot the President.

Olivia: Huck, I know you love this girl, but I have to ask. Is there any chance she was involved in setting you up?
Huck: No. I'm trained to detect lying and all that aside, I know her. I know that she would never do that to me. Never. She's in trouble. Someone grabbed her to lure her to that hotel room. They knew I would come for her. Someone has her, someone professional who kills for a living. Who's good enough to do it with a remote sniper rifle.
Quinn: Someone like you? That's what you mean, right? Someone like you.

I have another office, Mary. You're standing in it and I'm not leaving here until President Grant, the only President of this great nation, leaves his hospital bed.

Cyrus

Quinn: So I guess we're both Patsy's then. Me for the Cytron explosion, you for shooting the President. Makes you wonder if they're related.
Huck: What do you mean?
Quinn: I mean, whoever set me up for the Cytron explosion must have been pretty unhappy I slipped through their fingers. If they knew you were the guy who took me, first of all they'd be pissed, but more importantly, if they did their homework they'd know you were ex-CIA, and who better to pin the assassination on than someone who's been tossed aside by the government. So who were they, Huck? Who set me up?
Huck: I don't know.
Quinn: You don't know because you never asked, or you don't know because you're still pretending it wasn't you who flew me across the country in Verna Thornton's jet and dumped me in a D.C. hotel room with a brand new identity?
Huck: I never asked.

Quinn: A woman tells you to kidnap someone and you don't ask why? Is Olivia Pope really worth that kind of loyalty?
Huck: My girlfriend is missing and I'm trying to find her. Are you gonna help me or not?