Fitz: Olivia Pope being blown to bits? That's your dream isn't it?
Mellie: Oh, no. That's my nightmare.

Fitz: You're drunk.
Mellie: That's impossible. A lady never gets drunk.
Fitz: You're drunk, Mellie.

Cyrus: Now you listen to me.
David: No, you listen to me. I may not have the Cytron card anymore, but I do have my conscience. And there's a hell of a lot of noise I can make if I don't think you're worthy of the moral sacrifice I made.

[to Olivia] Call her old fashioned, but my boss, the Attorney General, like totally hates it when I aid and abet terrorists.

David

[to Olivia] Baby Huck's choking.

Abby

[to Fitz] We will now all do our level best to not blow her up, but you cannot call Olivia because there is no way in hell I'm allowing the two of you to share a headline for the third week running.

Cyrus

What's it going to be? Because I'm about to go on live television and I need to know what to say. How Presidential are my balls now, Cy?

Fitz

Quinn, I know I've taught you lots of things but you should try to be less like me. You should be less like me. And more like Liv.

Huck

Quinn: I hacked into Liv's email.
Huck: Why?
Quinn: Because I can.

Cyrus: You're evil.
Mellie: You're welcome.

You need to grow some Presidential-sized balls.

Cyrus

Fitz: Somewhere, in another life, another reality, we are married and we have four kids, and we live in Vermont, and I'm the mayor--
Olivia: And I make jam.
Fitz: And you make jam.