Season 4, Episode 11: Where Is The Black Lady?
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When last we left our hero, she was being held captive by a fake journalist on the set of Zero Dark Thirty.
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“We’re here to help you, Mr. President.” The Secret Service has stopped taking orders from the President and is holding Fitz captive.
“The Secret Service takes their orders from me. Not the Vice President.” Fitz is…confused. To say the least.
“It would be a shame if Miss Pope were beheaded.” ANDREW IS HOLDING OLIVIA HOSTAGE.
“Who do you put on your guest list for your arranged marriage to an opportunistic sex worker?” Meeeeeeeeeee!
“I started sleeping with Andrew again…not that long ago.”
“But now I think this is better. What we have. It’s a partnership. It’s clear.”
“I’m not going to do a single thing you ask until you give me proof of life.” Fitz will get Cyrus to tell him what to do, don’t worry.
“To ensure my continued safety, you must declare war on the nation of West Angola.” You know who we need right now?
“Goodnight, room!” “Goodnight, Moon!” Oh snap. Lizzie Bear is a Mama Bear. And her double dealings are maybe gonna get that kid killed.
“But now you wanna quit the team in the middle of the game because you don’t like the play calling? Doesn’t work that way.”
“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.”
“You need to find her.” At this performance, the role of Liam Neeson will be played by Jake Ballard.
“She’s showing us the reflection in the class. That’s why she asked for water.” LIV, YOU BEAUTIFUL GENIUS YOU.
“Call me romantic, but I wager a dollar that he loves you.”
“It would be such a shame to return you damaged, wouldn’t it?” I almost hope he tries it.
“I want to talk to the black lady. Where is the black lady?” That’s a fine question, m’am.
“Everybody hates the Vice President.” Aw.
“If you scream, I’ll break her neck.” Huck layin’ in bed with Lizzie’s daughter like they’re having a sleepover.
“In 24 hours, I’m gonna kill Olivia Pope.” Andrew is pulling a “bonafide American coup.” To quote my pal Mindy, “His greatest crime is making me feel sorry for Fitz.”
“These attacks are the opening stages of what will be a broad and concerted campaign against the rebel forces in West Angola.” Mellie tells Fitz that if he loves Olivia, he knows what he needs to do. So, ever the heroic leader of the free world, he starts a war.
“What does the black lady-I mean, Olivia, have Lois’s spare key?” Spit it out, lady.
“She never takes it off.” Remember that ring Olivia kicked under Lois’s rug last week? Fitz gave it to her.
31 servicemen and women have been lost already. So Fitz can get his mistress back.
“I want beef stew. And then I want an orange creamsicle for desert. ORANGE. This is important.”
“She could be in any of these locations. There’s no way to find her.” The kidnappers are bouncing the satellite signal all over the world. P&A are helpless.
“He’ll kill me if she doesn’t come back. He’ll find me and he’ll kill me.” Huck WHIPPED LIZZIE BEAR. For what looks like it must have been hours.
“Believe me. None of this means anything to me Mel, without you.”
Fitz slips a note in Cyrus’s report: “They have Olivia.” Cyrus Beene: ENGAGE.
“Imagine the price I’d fetch on the open market.” Yes, Liv, yes. Use that bargaining power.
“I’m saying WE should sell me.” God, she’s so good at manipulating male egos.
“I took care of everything.” Mellie stole Andrew’s phones after she boned him into a deep sleep. What the FUCK would we do without this woman?
“I never wanted this to happen. I’m sorry. Now please leave my family alone.” Boo hoo, Lizzie Bear.
“Then it’s the three of us? Bust in there and take on god knows how many armed mercenaries ourselves? Alright, I’m down.” Huck should let Quinn out to run around in the yard for a little while.
“Do you see this hat? Use your imagination, I’m wearing a ten-gallon white hat.” DAVID ROSEN, I MISS YOUR BESPECTACLED FACE.
Jake and his guys move in on Olivia’s location all dressed up like the DEA.
But there’s no one there. Just Olivia’s cozy wrap wine-drinking shawl.
“She’s alive.” “How do you know?”
“I have what you want…I don’t care about the war, Mr. President. I’m a businessman.” Here on business.
“Quinn. Chatter. Chatter everywhere.” Olivia convinced her captor to take her out for a roadshow. And she’s dropping breadcrumbs for Huck, Jake, and Quinn.
Olivia glances out the window and smiles, ever so slightly. Her hair is perfect. And she knows exactly what she’s doing.