[to Huck] I don't know what to say. I don't know how to get through to you. Me, the man who talks. Some of that's on you for always being so closed up but way more it's on me. Because all my talk and all that game, seems like kid stuff compared to who you are, what you've been. Like I've spent my life trying to get out of homework while you've lived the life of a warrior. Of a man. A real-deal gladiator. So I have no idea what to say here because you make me realize pretty much every day and especially right now that all I've ever been, all I am, all I've ever been, was talk. So I'll just sit here and I won't run my mouth with a lot of noise that's not worthy. So you be as full-on crazy as you want for as long as you need and I'm gonna be here. Right here with you.

David: Gladiators in helmets, right?
Harrison: Suits.

Harrison: Hey Liv, let me ask you a question. Why are we helping Doyle? Why is the devil our client?
Olivia: Because even the devil loves his kids.

Harrison: Gladiator?
Quinn: Suit. Yeah. Yeah, I know.