Dalton quotes from Madam Secretary

No half measures. If we're going to do this, let's send Henry down there.

Now anyone who wants to leave, there is the door.

It seems like our victory lap has turned into a funeral march.

To the inner sanctum: Colleagues. Friends. Noble warriors.

Bess, I'm not firing you. I'm trying to ask you to be my Vice President.

I agree it's a long shot, but isn't anything worth trying before turning a blind eye to assassination?

'No man left behind' isn't just a credo, it's a pledge we make to the enlisted and every second those soldiers aren't back is a breach of faith to those who serve.

Elizabeth

What do you need, sir?

For you to fix this. Have I been unclear about that?

Russell

Sir. In fairness, she inherited a lot of this, including Allen Bollings. This was Marsh's agenda.

Vincent Marsh is dead. When are you going to do your job?

Elizabeth

I am a realist. But there are events that transcend national interests, and I believe this is one of them.

I know you do. But I don't.

Tell me you're on this, Bess.

Elizabeth

I'm on this.

Elizabeth

Who knew it would be so hard forging your legacy?

This isn't just my legacy, Bess. It's ours.

Elizabeth

That's very nice of you to say, sir. Thank you.

We're talking about you participating in the execution of your friend. You're sure you're okay with that?

Elizabeth

Perfectly.

Henry

May I make a request?

What is it?

Henry

Before you finish questioning this guy... fifteen minutes alone with him. Off the radar.

You got it.

Elizabeth

[after they left the oval office] Well, that was very Godfather. You thinking piano wire or bare hands?

Henry

I haven't decided yet.

Elizabeth

Is it wrong that I find it kinda hot?

Elizabeth

Don't answer that.

Tell Henry I'll buy him a drink when he gets back.

Elizabeth

Well, I think you can buy me one, too.

Well, I think this demonstrates what we can achieve when we come together for common goals and values.

Some things do rise above the level of partisan politics, like being blackmailed by a common thug.