Huck: I pulled Michael's cell records, did a search for most-called numbers, came up with Phillip. Triangulated the cell phone towers to track him to the vicinity of his office servers and then hacked into their email. How did you find out?
Abby: I listened to all of Leo's voicemails while he was in the bathroom.
Huck: Well, that's one way to do it.

[to Fitz] I could never hate you.

Olivia

Fitz: You went around my back to Mellie.
Olivia: I did.
Fitz: Nice move.

Michael: I'm one of those people who's been picturing my wedding since I was a teenager. I believed. Even in my stupid hometown with my stupid parents and idiot guys who threw rocks at me every day, I believed. Even when I was working as a pro, my worst nights on the streets, I still believed. I believed that someone was gonna love me, care about me, that I wouldn't be alone, and it is my wedding day, and you hate me. You would murder me with your bare hands if you thought you could get away with it and I have no one who would even miss me. I have nothing. It is the day I've been dreaming of and I have nothing.
Cyrus: You're wrong, you know. I would never murder you myself. That's a rookie move. I'd pay a professional to do it.

[to Michael] You're wondering what this is going to look like, our life. And I could lie to you right now. That's how both of my other marriages began, with lies, so I could lie to you right now. I could tell you there's a chance we will warm to one another, maybe fall in love and live happily ever after. I could lie, but I won't. We're not going to fall in love, and that is a relief to me because I cannot disappoint you. I cannot hurt you anymore than I already have. I cannot destroy your image of me or break your heart or damage your soul. You don't believe in me, so I have nothing in you to break. I am on no pedestals. You see me for what I am. A filthy monster desperately trying to hold on to the last shreds of its humanity. You are a good person. I know that. Ella could use a good personin her life. I'm not promising much, but I will promise this. I may not do it well, but I will do my best to be your someone so you're not alone. Okay? You're not alone.

Cyrus

White hats, Jake. We get justice, no matter what.

David

Olivia: Cyrus must be loving this.
Abby: He's like a stormchaser in a van hurling down the highway, face pressed up against the windshield, grinning wildly, waiting for everything to go to Hell and wanting to be there when it does.
Olivia: I've been in that van.

Charlie: We gotta kill Jake.
Quinn: No way.
Charlie: Why not? Because Mr. Peabody out there says so or because if we do your boss will be sad?

[to Mellie] You want to do my job? Every day you have to decide between something terrible that you hate and something horrible that you hate. Either way people are going to hate you. You need to accept that otherwise you shouldn't run.

Fitz

We are the white hats. We are the good guys. We don't quit. We get justice.

David

There is no justice in this one. The good guys lose and white hats burn. We are done.

Quinn

George: You don't give up, do you?
Olivia: No, I don't.