Abby: "I'm not deranged. I'm just divorced."
Olivia: "So stop feeling sorry for yourself. Get out of my kitchen. Call my friend Stephen. He's fun!"
Abby: "Stop trying to get me laid. Oooh, maybe I'll buy a gun."

"I had a job, a paying job from which I took a leave of absence to do a favor for my friend Cyrus because I am good. I am brilliant. I would eat breathe and live Fitzgerald Grant every minute of every day. You would be lucky to have me."

Olivia

Cyrus: "Let's be clear about something. I run a sausage factory."
Fitz: "Which makes me...sausage?"
Cyrus: "Handsome, highly qualified, smart, idealistic and energetic sausage. The stumping, electrifying speeches, baby kissing--that's all you. The nitty-gritty, morally bankrupt, back alley brawling rest of the game, that's me--it's filthy and thankless and it's my hallelujah, heroin, and reason to breathe and you--you don't have half the stomach for it."

Olivia: "You cheated on your mistress with your girlfriend. Let's just leave it at that."
President: "She wasn't my girlfriend. Don't you ever call yourself a mistress. We both know better."

"Really? You really want me to detail for you how and where and in what positions Amanda Tanner and I had sex? Will that help make you feel better, because I'll do it."

President

Quinn: We should be doing things. Things should be happening. Shouldn't we at least file a missing person's report?
Harrison: Just because you don't see things happening, doesn't mean things aren't happening. With Olivia, things are always happening.

Never let a crisis go to waste, Mr. President.

Cyrus

Olivia: What happened?
Stephen: I lost my superpowers. I'm engaged. I can't use every tool in the box anymore.

President: Trust your gut. Your gut is never wrong.
Olivia: I don't have a gut anymore.

There isn't a person in this building who isn't willing to go to extremes for you.

First Lady

David: So, who do you think killed her? See, I've got this nagging feeling you've got a pretty good idea. I know I give you a long leash on a lot of things and I like to because, despite my better judgment and all my protests to the contrary, I really do consider you a friend. But I can't look the other way here, not on this...I prosecute crime. I get the bad guys. So at some point, even with you I gotta draw the line. I've gotta do my job. I've gotta be the sheriff.
Olivia: The white hat looks good on you.

You know what's interesting about being engaged? Fiancees don't like it when you get out of bed at 3 am to go see another woman. But you called, I came, and I brought our best friend Shiraz.

Stephen