- Francis Underwood: For her sake, I hope she comes out of her tree before I have to bring out my axe.
- Francis Underwood: [to the camera while making a sandwich] You know, there was a boy that lived down the street from me in Gaffney. About my age. His name was Walter Wryson. He used to run away from home all the time and come to our house. Not for any good reason. His daddy didn't beat him. He had clothes on his back. The Wrysons had way more money than we did, but run away he would, at least once a month and come straight to our place. Now, usually, my mother would call his mother and she'd come and fetch him. But about the ninth or tenth time this happened, Walter ran outside, climbed up into a tree in our backyard, and wouldn't come down for nothin'. Now, my mama said to his mama, "Why don't you let us keep him for a while, until he feels like coming home?" But man, oh, man, that boy was stubborn.
- [chuckling]
- Francis Underwood: Night came, and he was still up there. No food, no water, no toilet. And just before I went to bed, I looked out my window and I heard him crying. And I said, "Walter, why don't you come on down?" And he just shook his head no.
- Francis Underwood: Well, the next morning, I woke up, I looked out the window and Walter was still up in that tree. So after breakfast, I walked over with a plate of eggs and I asked him if he wanted some. And again, he just shook his head. And I got angry. That boy had a good house, a good family, the sort I would've killed for, and he didn't even realize it. So I went into the tool shed and I took out an ax. And I said to Walter "You want to know what it's really like to live at my house?" And I gave that tree a good whack. And Walter cried out, but I kept on. I mean, you've never heard screams like the one coming from Walter as I chopped at that tree. He pissed his pants, and it came raining down on the ground, but I didn't pay it no mind. I just kept whacking away. Well it didn't take long before Walter was on the ground and running back to his house. You see, all he needed was a little motivation.
- Francis Underwood: You didn't tell me you were sick!So I'll give Claire some time. But for her sake, I hope she comes out of her tree before I have to bring out my ax.
- [first lines]
- Elizabeth Hale: He is a classless, graceless, shameless barbarian.
- Woman#1: What he did to you, Elizabeth, it was disgusting.
- Woman#2: Awful.
- Woman#3: Just vile.
- Woman#4: Can you pass the plate of - Yeah.
- Woman#3: But why didn't you tell us? The thought of you fighting this alone, all those years.
- Elizabeth Hale: I didn't want pity.
- Woman#2: Is it true that they were arguing?
- Elizabeth Hale: No, she came down here to be with me. Of course, we didn't expect that it was gonna be made a public display. I guess he thought that was the best way to dispel the rumors.
- Woman#4: That man does not deserve to be president.
- Woman#1: I've never wanted to speak ill of him, Elizabeth, but when I think of the way he's treated you and Claire...
- Woman#5: Oh, stop now. He is still her son-in-law.
- Elizabeth Hale: No, Bar's right. He doesn't deserve to be president. You could all help me, actually.
- Woman#1: Anything. Just say the word.
- Elizabeth Hale: Heather Dunbar. We should be supporting her. With our checkbooks.
- [last lines]
- Claire Underwood: I'm asking for your help. If you refuse to give it...
- Elizabeth Hale: Help? You didn't lift a finger to help me when I got sick.
- Claire Underwood: You didn't tell me you were sick!
- Elizabeth Hale: Because you had turned your back on me! Oh, you are such a disappointment.
- Claire Underwood: You don't want me to sell this house out from under you, but I will.
- Elizabeth Hale: [pulling off her chemo wig] I am the mother. I am the mother!