Olivia: No progress?
Rowan: Patience.

Charlie: You don't really believe it, do you?
Olivia: Of course not. She's my mother.

Oh, so you can't speak. So much for black girl magic.

Mama Pope

Jake: Do you know who I am?
Harold: Yes.
Jake: Go home to your wife, Harold.

Quinn: Of course Olivia's mom is behind this.
Charlie: Makes my mom look like a saint.

Mellie. She's going to assassinate Mellie.

Fitz

Abby: Do not disappoint me? So Peus and Mystery Bitch...
Jake: They were working for someone else.

Wanna poke our freezer head with chopsticks?

David

Abby: David, stop hovering and come in.
David: I can't sleep downstairs with that head.
Abby: You could go home.
David: I'm not going to go home and leave you with that head. I'm a nice guy.

If mom was a mistake that makes me a mistake and I know you don't think that.

Olivia

Waiter: More coffee?
Rowan: Remove yourself.
Olivia: I'll take some.

My fiance invited me here in case there was trouble and I was really hoping there would be trouble.

Charlie