Olivia: You want to stand in the sun with me.
Jake: I want us to stand in the sun together.

Abby: Liv,
Olivia: What?
Abby: I'm...I'm going to hug you now. Don't say anything. Don't tell me not to because I'm going to hug you and you're going to stand her and take it.

I have so many questions I want to ask you but I'm afraid you'll kill my friends if I do. So you know, let’s just talk about the weather or uh how I can’t form attachments to people because my mother is dead and my father is that thing that goes bump in the night or…you pick a topic.

It's me. I'm the thing that needs to be fixed. I'm the thing that needs to be handled. I'm the scandal. And the best way to deal with a scandal is to shut it down.

There’s probably only two people in this world who can tell me if this really happened. One of those people is my father and I can’t ask him because he’ll probably kill both of you or maybe even all three of us to teach me some kind of sick lesson. And the other is the President.

Olivia: It's me. Everything that's happened, none of it would be happening if it weren't for me. My mother, my father, the man I love, an innocent boy dying, churches being blown up, you being thrown in the hole. The only common denominator is me. I'm at the center. I'm the eye of the storm.
Jake: So you're the devil, is that it? And this is your pity party?

Fitz: Liv, I feel like...ashamed. Like I don't have a right to make jokes. Like I am the joke. 'The guy can't keep it in his pants.' Like my father, you know?
Olivia: Dive in. Own it. Mock your image.

Olivia: How did we get like this? When did we stop being people?
Cyrus: Were we ever people? Or did serving at the pleasure of the President just help us to shed our pesky skins and unmask us as the monsters we really are?

Olivia: We're going to win the election now. They lost their child. America will rally behind them.
Cyrus: We're going to win. I hadn't really thought about it.
Olivia: I did. A child is dead and that's the first thing that popped into my head.
Cyrus: I was going to let that church blow up with everyone in it.

Are we gladiators or are we bitches?

[to Fitz] I wouldn't want you if, knowing what you know, you left her now.

Olivia: We're gonna lose the election on Tuesday.
Cyrus: Let's be honest. We lost the election today.