Cyrus: Let me get this straight. Highly trained Black Ops assassins broke into your home and tried to kill you and instead of, oh, making a run toward reason, instead of the possibility of death making you decide that maybe it's better to be single, you have decided that the killers were merely firing heart-shaped bullets made out of bubbles and candy to signify that you and your boyfriend Fitzy are MFEO, made for each other?
Olivia: Cyrus, you're being dramatic.

[to Olivia] Fix your door. Hire security. Or break up with your boyfriend.

Jake

[to Cyrus] You bastard. Don't you die on me when I'm so mad at you. Don't you dare die.

James

Livie, I'm running. I'm winning. We are getting married and you are moving into the White House with me.

Fitz

[to Hollis] Talking about murder in the White House in front of the President is like talking about sex in the Vatican in front of the Pope. We do not do it.

Cyrus

Huck: It's true what they say. If you want someone killed right, you've gotta kill them yourself.
Abby: Somebody stitch that on a pillow.

[to Olivia] Billy Chambers. Billy Chambers is the mole.

Harrison

[to Huck] Job's over. So right now you have to ask yourself if you're a gladiator or if you're looking for revenge, because the way I hear it, you can't have it both ways.

Quinn

Huck: He took my life and then he put me in a box and almost took it again. I will get us the name.
Olivia: Huck--
Huck: My world, my rules.

You're not the fixer here, Liv. You're the problem. You're the client. You're my client. Like it or not. So I'm not asking for the truth. I know the truth. I know enough. At any minute, any second now, so will the rest of planet Earth. So what I'm asking you is, what is your end game? Because the eye will pass, the winds will kick up, and you are not tethered to anything.

Harrison

[to Cyrus] I am in love with a woman who is not my wife. I want to be with her. Not in the shadows. Openly. If I have to stop being President, so be it.

Fitz

I made my choice, I'm part of the team now. 'Go Gladiators.' Oh, the irony.

David