Cyrus: You almost killed that girl.
Tom: No, Jenny was a threat to your presidency.

Tom: You don't want my help?
Cyrus: I do not want your help. You are dead to me. We're done.

Liz: Abby says to tell you not to worry about the death penalty.
Cyrus: Great, well I'll just settle in for a lifetime of solitary confinement.
Liz: Sounds like a plan.

Huck: Who killed Jenny?
Charlie: Jenny? Who the hell's Jenny?

Cyrus: I could use some fresh air.
Guard: I could use a six foot Victoria's secret model.

Fitz: You're gorgeous.
Angela: You're okay.
Fitz: I'm good? I'm the President of the United States.

Everyone has an oval. Figure out what yours is in here.

Cyrus

Fitz: Sit down.
Abby: Well, I was going to sit down. I guess I'll do it faster.

Cyrus: I'm going to die in here.
Olivia: I will always be your friend, but I will not speak to you again.

Jake: What the hell were you doing?
Vanessa: Oh, look who it is, get here as soon as you feel like it?

I'd listen to her, baby. You always do. Why change now?

Vanessa

Okay, let's get this over with because I am late from getting away from you.

Jake