Curtis: We're running out of hotels.
Olivia: Have you seen my purse?
Curtis: Five-star hotels.

You are the devil.

Rashad

Olivia: What are you doing here?
Curtis: I was invited.

Olivia: So, tell me. Which one do you want to be?
Mellie: A monument. I want to be a monument.
Olivia: Good.

Mellie: This is my office.
Olivia: This is not your office. It belongs to the people. To the Republic. This office is sacred. You don’t own it - you lease it. Four years with an option for renewal. You protect it, you serve it and you don’t decide the best way to do that by yourself.
Mellie: I didn’t. I listened to your advice, and I chose a different course.
Olivia: And now I’m stuck cleaning up after you, which is why I need to you get you on the phone with the British Prime Minister.
Mellie: I don’t care if this tiny dustup with Bashran causes World War III. The only thing I care about right now is making it crystal clear that you follow my orders. You have my back. You don’t sneak around behind it and freelance after I give an order.

Huck: I love a happy ending.
Abby: I love a big fat pay check.

It’s a wonder why we spent all these years trying to destroy each other when all this time we could have been friends.

Mellie

Huck: The body needs to come home.
Olivia: Huck?
Huck: It won’t be easy bringing the body back, but the daughter deserves a funeral.

Quinn: Let’s order from that vegan place on 13th.
Abby: Again? That place doesn’t serve food.

Jake: This gets easier.
Olivia: Killing a patriot?
Jake: Being command.

You're not pure evil. You love them. You protect them, which makes this an easy choice for you.

Olivia

Raise your hand if you've killed a Vice President.

Olivia