Rowan: Re-entry is always hard. You emerged from deep cover. I mean, it wasn't covert ops. You weren't a spy. But I know the feeling. I know it very well. You come back, you re-enter to find the world kept spinning without you. You go to the places you used to go and you see the people you used to see and it's like something is missing. But really, everything is missing. Somehow everything is different. Everything is...
Olivia: Colder. Everything is colder.
Cyrus: Liv's on it.
Abby: You're not even a little concerned?
Cyrus: Oh, I'm concerned. I'm concerned that Fitzgerald Grant's second term as President of these United States is about to be derailed because his wife won't stop eating fried chicken long enough to put on a cocktail dress. I'm concerned that our enemies are sharpening their long knives for the rapidly approaching moment when it becomes acceptable to point out that maybe, just maybe, the President's homelife has begun to affect his decision making. I am concerned that everything I have devoted far more of my soul to than has ever been right or healthy or appropriate is about to come crashing down on a 16 year old's grave. But no, I am not concerned that Olivia Pope will fail. I am never concerned that Olivia Pope will fail.
Fitz: I need to hear what you think. Before I go out there and speak to the country, I need to hear what you think.
Fitz: Don't you think you owe me at least this much?
Quinn: We were never a normal couple. You're always going to be the guy who pulled my teeth out.
Huck: I pulled your teeth out because you couldn't mind your own business. You can never mind your own business, Quinn. And if I had to do it all again to teach you that one valuable lesson, I would.
Jake: Are you summoning me?
Jake: You cannot summon me.
Olivia: Get over here.
Mellie: It's not the same. My child, your husband. It's not the same.
Cyrus: I keep hearing that. The loss of a child is greater. I resent that, never having lost a child. I resent having to feel like losing the love of my life, the only someone who ever made me feel like I was truly me, is less of a loss, is smaller than your loss. I am now broken. I'm not me. I'm forever changed. I'm undone. A broken heart is a broken heart. To take a measure is cruelty.
Let's face it, baby. This is all about you. This is the Fitzgerald Grant show starring Fitzgerald Grant. And you just want me to play my part as the costar, the dutiful wife, who smiles and acts proud of you and doesn't eat chicken or wear sweatpants or hang out on graves.Mellie
Sorry to be such a bastard, Liv.Cyrus
Cyrus: You could call a friend.
Olivia: Are we? Still friends?
Cyrus: I need a favor.
Are we gladiators or are we bitches?Olivia
Abby: Are we really going there again?
David: Oh we never left there. You work for the Death Star.
You really want to pretend we don't all know how this movie ends? It's not going to be a surprise, Sir. It's rather predictable, really, she's Olivia. You're Fitz. At a certain point in time, the two of you are going to find yourselves together in the same room. The ancipation relentless, isn't it? We all know what happens next. We've seen this movie a hundred times.Cyrus