- Mellie Grant: It's not the same my child, your husband. It's not the same.
- Cyrus Beene: I keep hearing that. The loss of a child is greater. I resent that, never having lost a child. I resent having to feel like losing the love of my life, the only someone who ever made me feel like I was truly me, is less of a loss, is smaller than your loss. I am now broken. I'm now not me. I'm now forever changed. I'm undone. A broken heart is a broken heart. To take a measure is cruelty.
- President Fitzgerald Grant: The right to bear arms, set in stone in the Constitution by our founding fathers. So was slavery, by the way. The right to bear arms seems indisputable, until the shooter comes, until you're Lisa Elliot, covered in blood, watching a little girl take her last breath, watching the light go out of her eyes. And that, that is where the argument ends. That is when the debate is over.
- [first lines]
- Jake Ballard: [jogging] I booked a hotel suite.
- Olivia Pope: You did what?
- Jake Ballard: It's pretty close to your apartment. Easy, scenic. You could run there, run back.
- Olivia Pope: Why, am I running there?
- Jake Ballard: Booty calls.
- Olivia Pope: Booty calls? You booked a hotel suite and I'm running there for booty calls? What... what is happening?
- Jake Ballard: We're back in DC, we're not standing in the sun anymore. I'm not gonna live in your apartment, waiting to service you? I have things to do. I'm busy. But, I did book a nice hotel suite for booty calls.
- Olivia Pope: Okay, no. See, we have to have a conversation about... I don't do booty calls, Jake.
- Olivia Pope: Cyrus, you know I'm not afraid of the IRS I'll tell him You call every day.
- Cyrus Beene: I'll tell him you call, asking about him every day, that you're pining for him. Sorry to be such a bastard, Liv. Craving meat really brings out the worst in me.
- Olivia Pope: Huck, what's going on with you and Quinn?
- Huck: Nothing.
- Olivia Pope: Not "nothing." Do you want to tell me, or am I gonna have to tell *you*?
- President Fitzgerald Grant: [beginning his State of the Union address] We honor the lives we've lost in service to this great nation. But not every death is a sacrifice. Not every death has meaning. Just ask Lisa Elliot, who scooped up a first grader named Joelle Brandt, and carried her to safety, only to watch her die from one of the 102 rounds unloaded at red hawk elementary.
- Mellie Grant: I don't know who you are, but you are obviously some sort of desperate hail Mary from my husband, or from Cyrus, or from someone else who thinks there is a chance in hell of getting me to put on that stupid dress and go to that stupid speech. I'm not interested in whatever it is you came here to say, so save it and go away. It's not happening.
- Abby Whelan: Children die, Mrs. Grant. I don't have children, so you may think it's horrible for me to say that, and maybe it is, but it's also a fact that of all the millions of Americans who will be watching and listening to the State of the Union Address tonight, there are thousands of people out there whose children have died, just like yours. But unlike you, they didn't get to spend three months flipping through trash and eating potato chips. They got three days to grieve, three weeks if they were lucky, or they would lose their jobs. And make no mistake, Mrs. Grant, you have a job. You're the First Lady of the United States, and it might not pay, but it is a job.
- Abby Whelan: And if Jackie Kennedy could be in a car with her husband's brains splattered across her lap one minute, and standing next to LBJ as he was sworn in to replace her dead husband just 99 minutes later, you can put on a dress, and stand in your private box, and show all the people in our nation who share the horrible burden of losing a child with you, that the First Family may be devastated, but it has not forgotten the American people who voted for your husband, and who need to see that you're okay - whether or not it's the truth. That is what I came here to say.
- [last lines]
- Michael: [approaches car on night-time street] You were right. He's lonely.
- Elizabeth North: And did you...?
- Michael: Not yet, but we'll get there.
- Elizabeth North: Good work. Keep me updated.
- Michael: Will do.