You thought the two of you were partners. You thought the problems in your marriage were solvable. You thought 'for better or worse' meant something. You thought no matter what he'd be faithful. Nancy, right now, you are angry, right now you feel betrayed, but here's the thing. You are his partner. You are his wife. Some mistress doesn't change that. He made a mistake. You have to forgive him for it. You weren't wrong about him. You were just stronger than he was. And he is not a monster. He's the man you fell in love with. You have to bury the man that you married. Somewhere in all the cheating, Nancy, is the man that you married. Be his wife, right to the end. Be his wife.Mellie
Fitz: What do you want me to do, Liv? Tell me what to do and I'll do it.
Olivia: Let me go.
Fitz: Anything but that.
Fitz: I want a resignation letter in the morning. You've been wanting to spend more time with your family. People still buy that one, right?
Cyrus: Yeah, well, I plan to use it someday.
Huck: This is where they took you.
Huck: No, I mean, this is where they took you. Lindsay Dwyer. When they do something like that you can't go back. They said seven people died in that explosion. They were wrong. It was eight. Let's go home.
You just expect me to bend the law for you once again out of blind faith and admiration. You pour a good bourbon, Olivia, but so does the dive bar down the street.David
Fitz: Can we skip to the end?
Mellie: Excuse me?
Fitz: You come in, I hear how I'm failing you, I yell, you yell, I feel guilty for yelling at the mother of my children, I apologize, you're cold, and then you leave. Can we skip right to you leaving?
Olivia: Huck, what are you going to need to take care of this?
Huck: Uh, latex gloves, a 24-inch bonesaw, a skull chisel, an industrial meat cleaver, 3 dozen heavy duty trash bags, 10 bath towels, a 30 foot roll of plastic wrap, and two black coffees, extra tall. It's gonna be a long day.
Olivia: I want you to move him, not dispose of him.
Being on the short list is not like winning. Winning is like winning.Cyrus
Quinn: You saved my life, I get that, but I still don't know how, or why, and until then I might as well still be wearing that freaking orange jumpsuit.
Olivia: You want answers, fine, you'll get them. But you have to trust me when I tell you that it's in your own best interest that you don't have every piece of the puzzle right now.
Olivia: How are you?
Fitz: I'm serving out my sentence in the crown jewel of the American prison system. How are you?
Olivia: I'm saying 23 hardworking Americans are staying late at night so you can call me.
Fitz: You want me to hang up?
Abby: What do you think, Huck? Ready to work across the hall from the Molotov Mistress?
Huck: Olivia says we trust her, we trust her.
Abby: Company man.