Mellie: Is that some sort of reverse psychology crap you learned from your therapist?
Olivia: I don't have a therapist.
Mellie: Well, maybe you should get one.

Olivia: This isn't happening again.
Jake: Yes it is.

Mellie: You were a good mistress. Probably a great one.
Olivia: Well, I am an over achiever.

Olivia: I'm playing the game and I'm playing it better than anyone.
Huck: And what game would that be?
Olivia: What?
Huck: What game would that be?
Olivia: The one where I win.

Huck: Your guy...he's coming out.
Olivia: What? My...my guy...
Huck: I never considered it before, but yeah, you were made.

Olivia: The fish rots from the head.
Fitz: What?
Olivia: Your boys in the Secret Service, they’re taking their cues from you because you’re the head of the fish. Reckless, negligent, selfish. You’re letting things get out of hand and your boys are following. What kind of example are you setting for the people who work for you, who follow you, for the country? For your son?

You better think and you better ask yourself is this really who you want to be? Good to see you, Fitz.

Mediocrity is not an option for me. I don't want that and neither should you.

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

Olivia: I need you to look into Fitz. He's back, no warning. Shows up on my doorstep saying he's got some case he needs my help with.
Jake: And you think that's strange, a man who hasn't gone for three minutes, let alone three months, without wanting to see you?

Olivia: How's Vermont?
Marcus: Cold. White.
Olivia: No, I mean how's Fitz in Vermont.
Marcus. Cold. White.

Olivia: So this newfound passion for finding missing black girls is just what? An excuse to see me?
Marcus: If it means that we're able to bring even one of these girls home, then who cares?