[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
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.
Fitz: You went around my back to Mellie.
Olivia: I did.
Fitz: Nice move.
[to Fitz] I could never hate you.Olivia
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 Lizzie] We are not partners. We are not friends. You work for me. You fix for me. You don't accuse me. You do not judge me. You most certainly do not lecture me. You are not me. You wish you were me but you can't be me. Remind yourself of that. Do you understand?Mellie
Do I have to be here for this? I do have a country to run.Cyrus
It sounds like a shotgun wedding.Cyrus
Olivia. It is and you're the pregnant bride.
David: Where are you going?
Huck: Home. I'm going home.
Olivia: It's all in the rear view for me. I need to move forward. I am moving forward.
Cyrus: Moving forward...towards what?
Abby: What happens to you happens to me. I'm good at my job, Leo. I am a lion up there. I own that room. I work for it. I give a strong briefing. And they write about that. They cover the news and there are articles about how well I do at my job. But they also write about me. If I wear lipstick, I'm dolled up. If I don't, I've let myself go. They wonder if I'm trying to bring dresses back and they don't like it when I repeat outfits even though I'm on a government salary. They discuss my hair color. There are anonymous blogs that say I'm too skinny. They have a running joke that I'm on a hunger strike until I'm liberated by the Democrats!
Abby: They also write about you. Every article that comes out about me has your name somewhere in it because apparently there's this rule that in order to write about me they also have to report to the world that there's a man who wants me. My work, my accomplishments, my awards, I stand at the most powerful podium in the world, but a story about me ain't a story unless they report on the fact that I am the girlfriend of 'D.C. fixer Leo Bergen' like it validates me, gives me an identity, a definition. They can't fathom the concept that my life doesn't revolve around you. My life doesn't revolve anywhere near you. It's horrifying. 'Property of Leo Bergen.' Tell me, Leo, when they write about you do they report on your clothes? Do they write about your thighs? There is a difference. There is. So what happens to you happens to me, which is why I'm writing a letter of resignation. Are we done?
Jake: Won't order takeout. I have no idea how she's surviving.
Fitz: Not much of a chef.
Jake: Excellent with a corkscrew.