Fitz: Thank you for your service, Cy. It's been an honor.
Cyrus: The honor, sir, was mine.

Fitz: Look, Jake...
Jake: Captain Ballard. Jake is what my friends call me. You're not my friend, Mr. President. Friends don't put you in prison for crimes you didn't commit. They don't refuse to hear you when you're telling them the truth. They don't hit you when you can't hit back. So when you refer to me from this point forward it will be as Captain Ballard, is that understood?

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

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.

[to Mellie] We have to stop doing this to each other. We just have to stop.

Fitz: You killed my son. I am going to have you destroyed. I'm going to watch you fry in the electric chair and I'm going to have a party when it happens.
Jake: You are a decent human being. You are a good person. I know this because she loves you. If you were not a good person you would be down here pummeling my face in. I would not be in the possession of a government agency. I would be in a ditch somewhere. No one would be worried about the timeline of my food and drink. I would be in an unmarked grave by now.

Fitz: Mellie's in the residence.
Cyrus: Respectfully, sir, she's probably drunk, and in a coma from too much fried chicken. You're safe there.

Olivia: I went with Jake.
Fitz: So I am a failure as a father and a husband and a man. Good to know. Heavy is the head that wears the crown they say.

Fitz: Liv, where did you go?
Olivia: Fitz...
Fitz: Where did you go? You just...took off for two months all alone?
Olivia: I...yes. I did. I needed some time alone. After everything I just needed to be alone.

Olivia: Burying yourself in work isn't always the best thing when you lose someone.
Fitz: Running away isn't the best thing either.

Fitz: Maybe I find a convent in Switzlerland and stick her in it.
Olivia: That did not work when my father tried it with me.

Fitz: I yelled at you. I owe you an apology for that.
Abby: You do owe me an apology, but not for yelling at me. You owe me an apology for not bothering to learn my name. I'm Abby, Mr. President. Abby Whelan. I'm Scottish, by the way.