Olivia: I'm done with him, Cy.
Cyrus: Done done or heavy phone breathing done?

The thing about Mellie right now, the thing you don't seem to realize, is that she's very dangerous right now. She's a walking suitcase nuke waiting to go boom because she's not thinking like the First Lady. She's not thinking like the political animal I know she can be. She's thinking like a wife. She's thinking like a woman scorned. She's thinking like someone whose heart has been broken one too many times. She's a credible threat right now, sir.

You love this job? You love being President? You give for what you love.

[to Hollis] Talking about murder in the White House in front of the President is like talking about sex in the Vatican in front of the Pope. We do not do it.

Cyrus: Let me get this straight. Highly trained Black Ops assassins broke into your home and tried to kill you and instead of, oh, making a run toward reason, instead of the possibility of death making you decide that maybe it's better to be single, you have decided that the killers were merely firing heart-shaped bullets made out of bubbles and candy to signify that you and your boyfriend Fitzy are MFEO, made for each other?
Olivia: Cyrus, you're being dramatic.

I've moved Heaven and Earth to save you from yourselves. I have lied for you. I have stolen for you. I have cheated for you. I have killed for you. I have almost died for you. And you, you two are so stupid and romantic and high on your own doomed love, Romeo and Juliet, Dear Diary nonsense that you won't even save your own lives, but I am being dramatic?

[to Olivia] The love of your life is a red-handed, cold-blooded killer. That is what you're dealing with. That is who you love.

[to Olivia] I am a monster, but honey, I am your monster.

Mellie: They want to go public.
Cyrus: Aren't you part of 'they' now? One-third of some secret, unholy political trinity.

You need to grow some Presidential-sized balls.

Cyrus: You're evil.
Mellie: You're welcome.

Yes, I am currently on the outside looking in. My nose is pressed up to the glass of life right now. And I want to thank you for that. I do. Because you know, it reminded me never to let my guard down. Not when something Mellie this way comes. So don't you worry about me. I will once again be his warrior. I will once again sit at the right hand of the father. I'm on it, my guard is up, and as a friend of mine likes to say, 'it's handled.'