Red? Re-e-e-e-e-d. I'm not interested anymore. Say less words.

Mellie: You can divorce them but you can't get rid of them.
Cyrus: Fitz? Or Olivia?
Mellie: Both.

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This is my day. I am the bride. You get me my hero moment.

Cyrus: Red, you know I'd never tell you how to do your job.
Abby: Oh, yes. You would. Do it. Please.

Michael: Who’s Oliver?
Cyrus: My brother.
Michael: I thought you were an only child.
Cyrus: I am.

I did dabble in darkness for the last decade or so but then I met Frankie. Let me tell you Rosen, he’s once in a life time. He wants to make the world a better place. Actually make the world a better place.

This election should be you and me competing for the Oval. Student versus master. A fair fight. Don't you want that? You sure as hell should because the alternative is you've already lost.

The fact that we can sit here and talk about murder and not blink our eyes, I've never had that, not with anyone. This is the truest, most honest relationship I've ever had.

Olivia: I can still take you down.
Cyrus: And how would you do that?
Olivia: One word: Harrisburg.
Cyrus: Two words: Andrew Nichols.

Mellie: It's intoxicating, everyone always doing what I say. I started to think, I can do whatever I want, whomever I want, but that is exactly what they all thought; those old dead guys with their mistresses and their child brides. The pigs! And now, it's happening to me. It's a nightmare.
Cyrus: I never thought about it like that.
Mellie: Well, now you know. You're not the only one with issues around here.

War is good for business and polls are harder to read buried under piles of cash.