David Rosen: Olivia Pope doesn't use her magic for evil, she uses it for good. Olivia Pope doesn't move Heaven and Earth and further corrupt the justice system unless she knows at the end of the day she can put on the white hat and ride out of town.
Edison Davis: [on TV] Red button...
Republican Female Senator: Oh, come on, Senator, he was nowhere near to pushing that.
Edison Davis: Our President was about to push that big, red, scary-as-hell button, and take us to war in east Sudan on faulty, irresponsible intelligence.
Republican Female Senator: Which he quickly realized and took the appropriate steps.
Edison Davis: By firing the CIA director that he himself appointed five minutes ago. What does that say for the people that he surrounds himself with? This President's more in bed with special interests than the last three commanders in chief combined.
Republican Female Senator: Here we go. Same old democrat partisan.
Edison Davis: Just look at the Whitehouse logs, senator. They read like a who's who of big pharma, NRA, insurance companies. Oil tycoons like Hollis Doyle are running around like they own the place. Now I think the American people deserve to know, what is a man like that doing with nearly unlimited access to the West Wing?
Abby Whelan: [reciting her research] Arthur "Artie" Hornbacher, low-level NSA data entry specialist. Kept the same job, same salary, for 16 years, which is either admirable or pathetic, depending on your definition of success.
Alissa: [barging in to his apartment] You are coming back to work, because if I have to fetch Jane Powell another Chinese chicken salad with no crunchies, with no chicken, and dressing on the side, I am going to scream.
David Rosen: You miss me.
Alissa: I miss your lunch order, because it's simple and because Jane is a horrible human being, who may, in fact, be the pinnacle of everything that's wrong with the American judicial system, and who's telling everyone who'll listen that you went totally bonkers, by the way. So keep that in mind when...
[noticing his evidence wall]
Alissa: Oh, David.
David Rosen: Look, I know it seems like I've gone...
Alissa: ...all "Beautiful Mind?" David!
David Rosen: I can't go back 'til I figure it out - how I lost this trial, and how Olivia Pope made it happen.
Alissa: [sighs heavily] You can walk me through it. Once! If you shave... and put on pants.
David Rosen: [turning to one of his walls] Okay, so hear me out...
Arthur 'Artie' Hornbacher: This is the least safe safe house I've ever heard of. Windows?
Huck: I've got a scrambler jamming every frequency. There's no way to see inside here.
Arthur 'Artie' Hornbacher: Except, of course, using *eyesight*.
Cyrus Beene: You're ticking, sir.
President Fitzgerald Grant: What?
Cyrus Beene: You're ticking. You know how I know you're ticking? Up until you saw this picture, you've been happy. Lately, you've been happy. Don't get me wrong, I've enjoyed it, not because of the happiness, but because It's been weird, like seeing a grandma in a bikini, or a democrat with a Bible. You're happy, but we both know that happy people are rarely actually happy, unless they're morons. You are a brilliant man, a Rhodes Scholar, and a PhD, which means you're acting happy, because she won't take your calls, and you won't admit that it bothers you. And God knows what else that goes on with the Shakespearean drama that is the women in your life. You're ticking, sir. You're a bomb stuffed in a Teddy bear, waiting to explode. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
President Fitzgerald Grant: Stop it.
Cyrus Beene: How do I defuse the bomb, sir?
Arthur 'Artie' Hornbacher: What decryption program are you running?
Huck: I've created an accelerated GPU on Linux breaking 28.6 billion passwords per second.
Arthur 'Artie' Hornbacher: With only three computers? We're never gonna get through the encryption in time.
Huck: I sent out a root kit virus to over 5,000 bot-net computers. The whole city is crunching numbers for me.
Mellie Grant: I need to make some plans for my political future. And I do have a bright, bright political future. The sweet lawyer who gave up her career for her husband, suffered a miscarriage, then had a late-in-life baby while first lady. That's gold. That's a future President. That's a hell of a second act, and America loves a second act.
President Fitzgerald Grant: Mellie...
Mellie Grant: Get over her.
President Fitzgerald Grant: Mellie...
Mellie Grant: Get over her!
Mellie Grant: You see her again, I'll blow you away. And I'm an excellent shot.
Olivia Pope: [in the parking garage] Hey...
Huck: No more walking alone to your car.
Olivia Pope: Huck, you didn't...
Huck: I didn't hurt him much. Anyway, they have him now.
Olivia Pope: Huck, if I opened a door that you can't close...
Huck: Doors are closed. I'm okay. I am. You don't worry about me. I'm handling it.