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.

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.

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.

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.

If I told you about him, if you knew who I was, you would have run in the other direction.
Fitz. I wouldn't have run. I would've protected you.

[to her mother] I work. I have a life. There's not much to tell.

Jake: I came to say good-bye.
Olivia: Jake--
Jake: I loved you. Whatever happens next, I want to make sure you know that I loved you. I love you.

Olivia: Why are you doing this?
Mellie: Because I like it when my husband is the President. I worked very hard for it. I've done a great deal to get us here, and you are going to get him across the finish line. But you can't do that if people know what kind of person you really are. Cheers!

Mellie: I came up with a list of men. Eligible bachelors. Prominent, smart. Pick one.
Olivia: Pick one?
Mellie: Any one of them, it's an equal opportunity list. Tall, short, black, white, Republican, Democrat. I don't care who, just pick one and start dating him. Publicly. So the everyone can stop thinking that you're screwing my husband. Smile, Olivia. The world is watching.

[to Fitz] You are stressed, and you are scared, and you want this. You want to win this election so bad you can't breathe, and I understand that. But you don't trust me.

Jake: I couldn't say no! I serve at the pleasure of the President of the United States--
Olivia: Don't we all.

Check my file. Half my clients have your pay grade or higher which means half my clients would happily intervene on my behalf and kick your ass in whatever special way their office allows. Which is why I suggest, Director Osborne, you leave my apartment immediately.