- [first lines]
- President Fitzgerald Grant: [in the Oval Office] Charlotte? Get me Jake Ballard. Find Cyrus, and I want the heads of the CIA, the FBI, and the NSA in my office yesterday. Did you hear me?
- Charlotte Reid: Yes, sir. Only...
- [men push past her]
- President Fitzgerald Grant: Agent Fielding. I didn't call for the Secret Service. Can I help you?
- Agent Fielding: We're here to help *you*, Mr. President.
- President Fitzgerald Grant: Help me?
- Agent Fielding: The Vice President thought you would have trouble following his instructions, staying on the straight and narrow, not calling in your friends in the FBI, the CIA, the NSA. He told us it would be difficult for you not looking for Miss Pope. He told us you would need our support. That's why we're here, Mr. President, to support you, to help you, to watch you.
- President Fitzgerald Grant: The Secret Service takes their orders from *me*, not the Vice President.
- Agent Fielding: I don't think that I've been clear. I'm not talking about just the Secret Service. There's also White House aides, pages, staff, military guards, a couple of secretaries, oh, and a few of the valets and butlers in the residence. Consider us all your support group. We're watching you, keeping an eye on you, all of us at all times. Cameras, listening devices, every phone call, every toilet flush. See? We care. You should be grateful for all this support. It would be a shame if Miss Pope was beheaded. Don't you agree, Mr. President? They don't call this the Crown Jewel of the American Prison System for nothing. We'll be seeing you Sir.
- Tom Larsen: I'm sorry about Jerry. I am. I didn't have anything against him. He was a nice boy. But he was a boy. And you are a man, a great man, and I had to choose between a nice boy and a great man, and I chose the great man, and I am not sorry about that. I am proud of that. He was a sacrifice. I am a sacrifice. There are sacrifices that need to be made for greatness, brush that needs to be cleared for the path of history.
- Olivia Pope: It's not going to work using me as bait. He won't do it go to war. The president doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
- Ian McLeod: Honestly, I don't care, I get paid either way. But for argument's sake, let's wager. $1 I bet you that he will go to war for you. $1 says he does it. Because president or not, he's just a man a sad, terrified man who's lost his Olivia doll and wants her back. Call me a romantic, but I wager a dollar that he loves you, and that's what makes the world go 'round, emotion, sex, jealousy, insecurities. Bush invaded Iraq to avenge his daddy. Clinton bombed Serbia so we'd forget about Monica. Napoleon, well Napoleon... The president will go to war, Olivia, and he will meet our demands. History says so. Love says so. I say so. I'll wager you that. Is it a bet?
- Andrew Nichols: Four to six weeks? Excuse me for talking out of turn, but that's too long a wait.
- President Fitzgerald Grant: I'm making sure our soldiers don't walk into an ambush.
- Andrew Nichols: And if we wait for the rivers to run dry, how do we know the rebels won't use that time to plot and execute another attack on our home soil?
- President Fitzgerald Grant: You're talking about hypothetical risks.
- Andrew Nichols: Tell that to the shrapnel in my ass.
- Ian McLeod: Why would you be "shot in the head?"
- Olivia Pope: Because I'm going to die, and I want to decide how! They've got their war. I've seen your face. You have to kill me. I know how this works.
- Ian McLeod: Oh, Olivia. I'm so sorry. You've got this all wrong. I'm not gonna kill you, not anytime soon. This is a long-term gig for at least the next three years or so, until the end of the president's term. But after that, sure, yeah, I'll have to kill you, but that's so far down the road there's no point in really even talking about it now. You shouldn't have killed Otto.
- Olivia Pope: You're sitting on one of the most valuable assets in the world and not using it. Imagine the price I'd fetch on the open market. "Own Olivia Pope, you own the president." Make that known, you're the most powerful man in the world. Nations, dictators, drug cartels they'd all come running. You'd be rich beyond your wildest dreams, but, no, you'd rather honor your contract, spend the next three years bringing me food and water. Yes, you'd be the highest-paid babysitter on the planet, but that's all you'd be a babysitter.
- Ian McLeod: You're saying I should sell you.
- Olivia Pope: I'm saying *we* should sell me. I know the market, how it operates, who the players are, how to pull their strings. This is my wheelhouse. If anyone can make this work for you, it's me.
- Ian McLeod: So I get rich, and you get what?
- Olivia Pope: I get to not spend the next three years counting down the days 'til the president leaves office and you put a bullet in my head. We both know I'm resourceful. You get rich. I get to take my chances on the open market. Plus, you'd have to make me look presentable to get top dollar. And right now, I could really use a shower and a change of clothes. Think about it, Ian. It's win-win. But again, the question isn't what I want. It's what you want. Do you want to be a babysitter, or do you want to be a boss? It's up to you.
- Quinn Perkins: Then it's the three of us? Bust in there and take on God knows how many armed mercenaries ourselves? All right. I'm down...
- [last lines]
- Huck: [watching his world map go wild] Chatter!
- Quinn Perkins: Where?
- Huck: Everywhere. Oh, my God. This is good.
- Quinn Perkins: Good? How is this good?
- Huck: Because she's alive, because we can track her. She did this. She's dropping us breadcrumbs. We just have to follow them.