Olivia: What do I tell every one our clients?
Huck: Do not lie.
Olivia: Do not lie. Do not lie to me. I have to tell our clients that but I didn't know I have to tell you, to tell Quinn--
Huck: We didn't think that it was--
Olivia: Think that what? That I could handle it? I can handle it. I do not need you to protect me. What I need is for you to be honest with me, to tell me the truth. Because the things that are about to happen now, we need to be together.

David: Does this mean you're in?
Jake: I was never out, Rosen. But this means war, you know that, right? We're the good guys, but you won't always be able to tell. That's what it's going to take.

[to Olivia] It is your friends who do not know you, but I do. You are a warrior -- never reckless, never naive. Too smart to let fear drive you. Precise, quiet, calculating, you will wait for the right time, you will look at all the possible outcomes, you will understand what needs to be done.

Rowan

Justice or your career. I can only get you one. So what do you want?

Olivia

Marcus: I get to tell people I did the right thing. That's something.
Olivia: That's more than something. That's everything. That's what saves you in the end. You do the wrong thing then you're done. Not at first. It only feels like a misstep at first, a compromise, a concession to reality, a bad move well played. But at some point you're only going in that direction and by the time you realize how far down that path you are you're lost. Everything is unrecognizable. You are unrecognizable to yourself. You find yourself doing things you never thought you would do in ways you never thought you would do them to save things you never thought you would want to save. That's how you know you're done. You are not done.

Jake, come on, make some noise for me. Come on. Oh, they got you. We let them get you.

Quinn

Abby: So Mellie Grant's run for Senate is legal because of misogyny. In this instance misogyny is our friend. Is that what you're saying?
David: No. No, I'm saying something less controversial and something less likely to get me stoned to death by my feminist sisters.