You're ticking, sir. You're ticking. You know how I know you're ticking? Up until you saw this picture, you've been happy. Lately, you've been happy, and don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed it. Not because of the happiness but because it's been weird, like seeing a grandma in a bikini or a Democrat with a Bible. You're happy, but we both know that happy people are rarely actually happy, unless they're morons. You are a brilliant man, a Rhodes scholar and a PhD, which means you're acting happy because she won't take your calls, and you won't admit that it bothers you and god knows what else that goes on in the Shakespearean drama that is the women in your life. You're ticking, sir. You're a bomb stuffed in a teddy bear waiting to explode.Cyrus
Edison: I took an oath to do the exact opposite of what you're asking me to do.
Olivia: You always did put your career above all.
Edison: Takes one to know one.
Quinn: My story didn't make any sense at first.
Abby: Still doesn't.
Quinn: Everyone thought I was crazy.
Abby: Still do.
I can't have a baby with you. Because I already have a baby and his name is Fitzgerald Grant. And my baby is troubled and angry and exhausting, and brilliant and he might actually change the world if I can keep my eyes on him every minute and make sure he eats his vegetables and so I don't have time or the energy or extra space in my soul for another baby, James. I'm sorry. I don't. I can't. I don't have it in me to take care of someone else. Because I'm busy taking care of the United States of America.Cyrus
Mellie: I'd like you to forgive me. I've forgiven you. We can't do this, live in a perpetual war zone. We were never...but we were always partners. And we were always friends. I know you hate me. I know you don't even want to be in the same room with me. But somewhere, in here, is the girl you got under a blanket with on Oregon Street. I am still the girl who kept you warm and you have to forgive me. Tell me what to do and I will do it. But you have to forgive me.
Fitz: I forgive you, okay? You're forgiven.
What you want is 15 Christmases on December 25th, 15 birthdays, 15 years of sleeping next to him and waking up with him. You want anniversary dinners, you want parent-teacher conferences, and school plays. You want fights over whose turn it is to wash the dishes and walk the dog. What you want, what you've always wanted, is to be part of his life. Now he's gone you want to be part of his legacy. But you aren't and you never were. And I can get you six million dollars to try and fix how much that hurts, but that is all that I can do.Olivia
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?