Fitz: You must really hate me. For falling in love with you...
Olivia: Can I walk out of here or will I be stopped by Tom and Hal?
Fitz: Liv--
Olivia: Where can this go, really? Other than me joining the Mile High Club with you in Air Force One, how is there any future here?
Fitz: Fine. We're done.
Olivia: What?
Fitz: I'm letting you go. That's what you want, right?

Fitz: I wanted to see you.
Olivia: Why? What's the point?
Fitz: I'm going to the G8 tonight. You want to hitch a ride on Air Force One? No, I didn't think so.

If she would talk to someone, let someone in once in a while, maybe she wouldn't wear out so many pairs of expensive shoes. To Hell with it. I'm going in.

Abby

Fitz: They worked together. I...they worked together.
Cyrus: The women in your life play a very mean game of political chess.
Fitz: Game over. They win.

Fitz: The woman's a political genius?
Cyrus: Which one?
Fitz: Huh?
Cyrus: Mellie or Liv?
Fitz: Both of them.

Olivia: What do you want, Mellie?
Mellie: Your story, that protest, it's starting to die. The crowds get smaller every day, and my husband's administration is refusing to engage. It would be a great help to you if the First Lady of the United States took a stand on this, wouldn't it?

Verna: Liv, I've seen you two together. You breathe in sync.
Olivia: You have a very active imagination.

Verna: You try so hard to get that man to walk away from you. Have you ever stopped to consider how painful it's going to be if you succeed? If he actually does walk away?
O: I have no idea what you're talking about.
Verna: We worked on the general election together, and I'm not stupid. And we've been through far too much together to pretend. And you're pushing him away because you think it's the right thing to do, as if right and wrong are fixed.

Huck: Is there artificial sweetener in that?
Abby: People and their secrets. Between this one and Olivia, it's like we're living in the Soviet Union. Hell, I'm an open book. What about you, Huck? What's your secret?
Huck: Artificial sweetener makes rats spit up blood?

David, I'm not asking for a tour. I'm just saying, I have cookies. 'Delicious, you'll be my slave once you eat these' cookies.

Abby

Cyrus: It's smart, it's brilliant, the optics, the staging. She's taking my playbook and throwing it in our faces.
Fitz: She has the moral high ground here, Cy. An American girl was murdered and those parents deserve justice. The better half of me wants to throw that son of a bitch in prison, immunity be damned--
Cyrus: Sir--
Fitz: The political half of me knows I can't. Keep your pants. on.

Edison, you're being investigated by the ethics committee for discussing intel with me. They're not going to let you past the guard gate. The President has de-friended you.

Olivia

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