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

Olivia: You're not leaving. You were never leaving. You can never leave me alone because you have no place to go. The only life you have is the sad, twisted one you built here. The one where you lurk int he shadows, pull puppet strings, and pretend the world couldn't exist without your protection. You can't disappear, become a normal person, because Dad, you are not normal. You are a sick, lonely man who only knows how to lie and call it love.
Rowan: Could you be more ungrateful? You're my flesh. There would be no Olivia Pope if not for me.

It is your life that is sad. It is you who cannot be normal. It is you who has no comprehension of love. So, what? Your stomach turns every time you look at me? Well let me be the one to break it to you, Olivia. You are simply looking in the mirror.

Rowan

Jake: Man, do I love you.
Olivia: I want Vermont with Fitz.
Jake: Oh, okay.
Olivia: I also want the sun with you.
Jake: So...
Olivia: I'm not choosing. I'm not choosing Jake. I'm not choosing Fitz. I'm choosing me. I'm choosing Olivia. And right now, Olivia is dancing. Now, you can dance with me or you can get off my dance floor. I'm fine dancing alone.

Andrew: So tell me, Mr. President. What's the one thing in the world that you can't live without? The one thing that you'd do everything in your power to get back?
Fitz: What did you do to her? What did you do?
Andrew: Tell me, Mr. President. How you liking that war now?

I only negotiate with people who have the power to say yes or no. You don’t have that. You're not in charge. No one in this ambulance is in charge. The guy back at the apartment who had his hand on my mouth, he is in charge. He never said a word, but you all looked at him every time you spoke. You were checking for approval. He was in charge. He says yes or no. So me begging and bargaining here with you is a waste of my breath and you can't kill me unless he says you can. So no I don't have a death wish because he’s not here to be afraid of.

Olivia

Olivia: Ian I know everything looks really bad right now and you don't know me, but I'm gonna tell you something and I need you to believe me. I'm gonna save us. Ok? Ok. Say it.
Ian: You're going to save us.
Olivia: Yes I'm going to save.
Ian: How?
Olivia: I'm Olivia Pope.

Jake and Fitz can't help you. There is no man to rescue you. Do you hear me? No one. No one is going to help you. You are the only gladiator in the place. You are all you've got. You have to rescue yourself.

Abby

Tom: The face that launched a thousand ships.
Fitz: What?
Tom: Helen of Troy. Menelaus got her back but it took him 10 years of war. Will you launch a thousand ships to save Ms. Pope?

Olivia: It's not going to work. Using me as bait. He won't do it. Go to war. The President doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
Ian: Honestly, I don't care. I get paid either way. But for argument's sake, let's wager. One dollar. I bet you that he will go to war for you. One dollar says he does it. Because President or not he's just a man. A sad, terrified man who's lost his Olivia doll and wants her back. Call me a romantic, but I bet one dollar that he loves you, and that's what makes the world go round. Emotion, sex, jealousy, insecurities.

Fitz: In 24 hours I'm going to kill Olivia Pope.
Mellie: What?
Fitz: Andrew has her, somewhere. I don't know where. But if I don't send troops to West Angola, she'll be killed. It's a coup. Your boyfriend has orchestrated a bonafide American coup. And what kind of President would I be, what kind of monument, if I indulged in this war, if I sent thousands of people to their deaths to save the life of one person, no matter whot hat person is to me. I can't do that. Right? Our son died so I could stay in office, so I can't dishonor him now by giving in, negotiating with terrorists, even if it means Liv dies. I can't do it, right?
Mellie: I thought you loved her. Don't tell me we've been through all this for a cheap screw.
Fitz: I love her.
Mellie: Then you know what you have to do.

Fitz: You're never going to let her go, are you?
Andrew: Honestly? That depends entirely on you.