- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: Dr McCord?
- Elizabeth McCord: Yeah?
- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: Hey, can I talk to you about my thesis?
- Elizabeth McCord: Uh, sure during office hours.
- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: Yeah, your office hours don't really work for me.
- Elizabeth McCord: [laughs] Sorry to hear that.
- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: Thing is, I don't really want to write about the Cold War.
- Elizabeth McCord: You're aware that the class is called "Postwar Politics and the Cold War.
- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: Yeah, but I feel like it's been done.
- Elizabeth McCord: That's why they call it history, Jake.
- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: Thing is, my theory is that we are living through a new cold war.
- Elizabeth McCord: All right, compare and contrast to the original and convince me.
- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: Great; Also, I'll need an extension. My parents are coming to town and they're very needy.
- Elizabeth McCord: Oh. My husband bought tickets to the opera this weekend. I mean, normally, I love the opera, but I got to tell you, it's been a hell of a week, and the thought of sitting in a dimly lit room with a bunch of people singing at me in Italian it's just gonna make me fall asleep.
- Jake, a student in McCord's 'cold war' class: I'm so sorry.
- Elizabeth McCord: I thought we were telling each other our problems. No extension. Enjoy your parents.
- Russell Jackson: [waiting in her office] You want to tell me how those kids got released?
- Elizabeth McCord: I guess the Syrians saw the error of their ways.
- Russell Jackson: So that would be a "no."
- Elizabeth McCord: I got the president to sign off.
- Russell Jackson: How could you do that without my knowledge?
- Elizabeth McCord: I, I don't know. By blatantly circumnavigating your authority?
- Russell Jackson: You'd better learn how to work with me instead of around me.
- Elizabeth McCord: My first choice, as well. I used your stylist, didn't I?
- Henry McCord: [interrupting the hushed conversation with his wife] Hey, buddy. Everything okay?
- George: [spinning around] Hank. Where'd you come from?
- Henry McCord: The bedroom... I live here.
- Elizabeth McCord: [on the first day in her new job] Hey, Blake, on a scale of one to ten, how much does Nadine hate me?
- Blake Moran: Oh, I think that one goes to 11.
- Elizabeth McCord: They all hate me as much? No. It's a mixture.
- Blake Moran: Why don't you hate me?
- Elizabeth McCord: Because you hired me... And you're awesome... I might have inadvertently reversed those.