Mellie: I'm running for Senator of Virginia.
Abby: Well, that's...history making. Good for you. Good for Virginia, ma'am.
Cyrus: You think so, Red?

Huck: Where's Jake?
David: It's just the two of us. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid. You can be Newman. I'm fine with Redford.

David: Jake, you gave me those files. You said 'go get the bad guys.'
Jake: Rosen, we are the bad guys.
David: Not anymore.

I fired you. I was right to fire you, and if you can't handle that, if you can't handle me doing my job, me having some power, if dating a woman who's one of the big dogs is too hard for you then I'm fine being dumped.

Abby

Quinn, don't worry. It's done. I had a choice. I made it. I chose Liv.

Huck

Is that what Olivia thinks? Does Olivia know that the President of the United States doesn't beg?

Fitz

It's okay to be afraid. Sometimes fear keeps us safe. Sometimes it holds us back.

Olivia

[to Olivia] Just because I don't work at OPA doesn't mean we don't talk. Huck says you carry a gun around inside your apartment. Jake and Quinn have barely seen you. You don't return my calls. The bad guys have been winning like crazy. You could use something good right now.

Abby

Susan's smart and good, actually good, white hat good. She's smart and she's good and she's...weird. But it's kind of a good weird. We just have to show the Senate Committee that and to do that we need you. You won't even have to step foot in the White House, I promise. And it's not for him. You're not doing this for him. You're doing this for me. And for Susan Ross. And for you.

Abby

[to Olivia] Susan Ross quit and I fired Leo which I think means I also broke up with him.

Abby

Huck: I'll take care of it.
David: You? You got us into this! I'm not saying that critically. It's just, you know, factually true. You're taking it critically aren't you?

David: Don't talk about murder in front of the Attorney General of the United States?
Jake: Fine, fine. Let's talk about the guy that I am not going to kill.

Scandal Quotes

Abby: What happens to you happens to me. I'm good at my job, Leo. I am a lion up there. I own that room. I work for it. I give a strong briefing. And they write about that. They cover the news and there are articles about how well I do at my job. But they also write about me. If I wear lipstick, I'm dolled up. If I don't, I've let myself go. They wonder if I'm trying to bring dresses back and they don't like it when I repeat outfits even though I'm on a government salary. They discuss my hair color. There are anonymous blogs that say I'm too skinny. They have a running joke that I'm on a hunger strike until I'm liberated by the Democrats!
Leo: Abby--
Abby: They also write about you. Every article that comes out about me has your name somewhere in it because apparently there's this rule that in order to write about me they also have to report to the world that there's a man who wants me. My work, my accomplishments, my awards, I stand at the most powerful podium in the world, but a story about me ain't a story unless they report on the fact that I am the girlfriend of 'D.C. fixer Leo Bergen' like it validates me, gives me an identity, a definition. They can't fathom the concept that my life doesn't revolve around you. My life doesn't revolve anywhere near you. It's horrifying. 'Property of Leo Bergen.' Tell me, Leo, when they write about you do they report on your clothes? Do they write about your thighs? There is a difference. There is. So what happens to you happens to me, which is why I'm writing a letter of resignation. Are we done?

I am not a toy that you can play with when you're bored or lonely or horny. I am not the girl the guy gets at the end of the movie. I am not a fantasy. If you want me, earn me! Until then, we are done.

Olivia