President Fitzgerald Grant: I have dealt with drunk Mellie, bad-hygiene Mellie... No, wait, I got it, smelly Mellie. I have dealt with drunk Mellie, and smellie Mellie, and screw-everything-to-hell Mellie, and cry-baby Mellie, and eat-everything-that's-not-nailed-down Mellie, and I have not complained. But I will not put up with whatever righteous history-rewriting Mellie you have going on right here, right now. This is not your family. You are not the mother Not since Jerry died. Since Jerry died you have abdicated your role. You have mothered no one. You hold nothing together. You pick up no pieces. You know how I know this? Because baby Teddy thinks his mother is nanny Jen. And Karen spent last night in a threesome with two guys doing a move on her they like to call Eiffel Towering! You know how I know that? I saw the sex tape they made! So you should be damn glad she called Olivia, because Olivia Pope is fixing this mess, this mess that you made. This mess that we made. Look, I know that I share some guilt in all of this. But you want to know the difference between you and me? All day, every day, I am running a country - I am grieving for the loss of my son - but I am also running a country. All day, every day, you are sitting around in booties and a dirty robe eating chips and getting drunk at 11:00AM!
Mellie Grant: A sex tape?
President Fitzgerald Grant: Yeah.
Mellie Grant: She takes after her daddy then, doesn't she?
Jake Ballard: And I'm not here to kill you, but from the looks of your conversation with Rowan, that'd probably be my best move. You know, kill you before you kill me.
Tom Larsen: Orders.
Jake Ballard: Right, orders. But what happens after I'm out of the way? You think Rowan lets the only other person who can link him to the death of the president's kid walk around free to tell tales? That's what this is about? He's covering his ass, Tom. I'm first. You're second.
Tom Larsen: Well, you can't protect me from him.
Jake Ballard: I can try. Listen You may not trust me, but you know you can't trust him.
[getting up to go]
Jake Ballard: Well, if you do try to kill me, maybe not today. It's gorgeous out.
Abby Whelan: You make it hard for me to do my job. You undermine me here with Olivia Pope at every turn. You keep secrets from me. You make me feel small.
Cyrus Beene: Red, there are things that happen here in this big white house with this particular president that you will never, ever know about. Some of those things, many of those things, will involve Olivia Pope. Several of those things will make it hard for you to do your job. But you are a patriot and you are a fighter, and so you will soldier on. As for feeling small, I don't do that to you. I suspect that jealousy does that to you. My advice on that is this. You are not Olivia, you will never be Olivia, and hating Olivia for your own shortcomings will not change that fact. Also, have you ever stopped to think what it must be like to actually be Olivia Pope? Doesn't seem like that much fun.
Cyrus Beene: [turning as Mellie barges in on a conversation] Hello, Mellie. Got some new boots on there? A new color?
Olivia Pope: [answering the door] Hi.
Jake Ballard: Hi.
Olivia Pope: You're late.
Jake Ballard: Sorry. Car trouble.
Olivia Pope: I thought we could have some dinner and talk about how our days went.
Jake Ballard: That sounds very normal.
Olivia Pope: I'll start. Catherine Winslow was taken into custody...
Rowan Pope: [Jake having sudden flashback of the dinner evening with her father] I will be the one standing over you when you die.
Olivia Pope: So, how was your day?
Tom Larsen: With the parameters you have given me for the job, this is not an easy task, sir.
Rowan Pope: Tom, look at me. Look at my face. Disappointment often turns to frustration, frustration turns to resentment, resentment turns to anger, anger to rage, rage to indifference. And once I am indifferent, well, I will have forgotten that you were ever one of my favorites, and I just may start wishing for your head, too.
Karen Grant: Mom. Hey, um, have you seen my my Your phone?
Mellie Grant: Yes, I've seen it. I have also seen the film that you made with your friends. Are they your friends? Do you call them friends when you don't even know their names? But, then, how can they not be friends when they have already had their body parts inside you?
Mellie Grant: [to her daughter] Like it or not, you are the famous child of the most famous man on earth. And it may not be fair. And it may not be right. And it's definitely sexist. If you were a boy, they'd be giving you high-fives. But you're not. So your knees are gonna have to stay together.
Tom Larsen: They'll execute me for treason.
Jake Ballard: Not if you cut a deal. Cut a deal and it will be Rowan's ass in the electric chair.
Tom Larsen: It's my word against his.
Jake Ballard: But you'll have the upper hand. You'll be telling the truth.
Rowan Pope: [in interrogation room] Let me make something clear, Agent Larsen. There won't be one single person left on your side when you leave this room. You want me on your side. You *need* me on your side. And I will do all I can for you if you tell me right now what I need to hear. Who gave you the order?
Tom Larsen: Please, I...
Rowan Pope: Who gave you the order, soldier?
Tom Larsen: Please...
Rowan Pope: Who gave you the order to kill the president's son?
Tom Larsen: Jake Ballard. Ballard gave me the order.
Cyrus Beene: [standing behind the mirrored glass] Sir?
President Fitzgerald Grant: Do it.