When a woman is President, they'll suddenly make First Lady an official paid position. The minute a man has to do it, it'll become a real job! I'm sorry, Elizabeth. I'm just so bored.

Mellie

Abby: I cannot cry in the White House.
Olivia: You can cry if you want to.
Abby: Press secretaries can't cry! It's, like, a rule!

Fitz: Can we think about finding a way to spend time together now that there's...hope?
Olivia: Well, it depends.

You may be command dad, but I have weapons at my disposable, weapons you can't possibly posses.

Olivia

Need I really remind you after all this time soldier, you can't take command. Command takes you.

Rowan

I won. I out-Poped Olivia Pope. Eat it sucka!

David

I could sit here and rattle on about being framed and your father being behind the whole thing but really that's just my word and why should you trust my word? I've been lying to you ever since we met, right? My word's not going to change anything, it can't. We both know in the end you're not going to choose me. That's okay, Olivia I want you to know I need you to know, not choosing me is okay.

Jake

I can do things that cannot be done Mr. President. I owe it to you. I taught him, I trained him, he strayed, let me discipline my dog.

Rowan

Olivia: I know him. I know about him the way I know about you.
Fitz: No, you don't know him the way you know me.

I am overstepping the hell out of my world right now, but if you love her at all, do her the courtesy of telling her what is going on. You may have never heard what it sounds like when Olivia wakes up screaming from a nightmare, but I have and it's awful.

Abby

I'm not asking the commander-in-chief. I'm asking the married man who used to sleep with my friend, what exactly he has done with the man she is currently sleeping with.

Abby

Want me to have the chef send you up some fried chicken?

Mellie [to Fitz]

Scandal Quotes

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

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?