- Freddy: I don't know how Claire does it.
- Francis Underwood: What did you just say?
- Freddy: Is this how you treat her? She part of the collection, too?
- Francis Underwood: I don't know where all this is coming from, but it's extremely ungrateful, given all that I have done for you.
- Freddy: [sighs] What did you do for me, Frank?
- Francis Underwood: This is the White House. You will call me, Mr. President!
- Freddy: You're a motherfucker!
- Francis Underwood: Get out!
- Freddy: My bad, my bad. You're a motherfucker, Mr. President!
- [Freddy tells Francis he's gonna leave the white house for a new job]
- Francis Underwood: You know what you should do before you go? You should come up here one night and cook us a rack of ribs. Now, I realize oven-baked isn't nearly as good as the smoker, but you'd make 'em delicious anyhow.
- Freddy: Ribs? Really? You want me to cook ribs for you.
- Francis Underwood: Well, sure, just like old times. What's wrong with that?
- Freddy: I'm just a help ain't I?
- Francis Underwood: No, that's not true.
- Freddy: I tell you I got something good going, and your first thought ain't: "Freddy, congratulations." It's: "make me ribs." And what's my big send-off? I get to cook you ribs.
- Francis Underwood: No. Look, you are being way oversensitive about this. You misinterpreting what I meant.
- Freddy: You're right. It's all my fault.
- [turning to leave - it's clear his last remark is sarcastic]
- Freddy: [muttering to himself] I don't know how Claire does it.
- Francis Underwood: What did you just say?
- Freddy: Is this how you treat her? She part of the collection too?
- Francis Underwood: I don't know where all this is coming from but it's extremely ungrateful, given all that I have done for you.
- Freddy: What did you do for me, Frank?
- Francis Underwood: This is the White House. You will call me "Mr. President"!
- Freddy: You're a motherfucker!
- Francis Underwood: [angry] Get out!
- Freddy: [turning and starting to leave] My bad, my bad.
- [turning back to Frank]
- Freddy: You're a motherfucker, Mr. President!
- Francis Underwood: I will not be satisfied by blocking the serpent's path, gentlemen. I wanna cut off its goddamn head.
- Francis Underwood: So?
- Dr. Krebs: I agree with Dr. Saxon and the medical team. We should reduce air travel to once a week.
- Francis Underwood: I'm afraid that's not possible.
- Dr. Krebs: You wanted a second opinion, sir. You have it.
- Francis Underwood: I didn't want a second opinion. I wanted a different opinion.
- Francis Underwood: This is the White House. You will call me "Mr. President"!
- Freddy: You're a motherfucker!
- Francis Underwood: Get out!
- Freddy: My bad, my bad. You're a motherfucker, Mr. President!
- Leann Harvey: We gave you access, I need more than we are getting. You're supposed to tell me what people want.
- Aidan Macallan: People didn't know they wanted Jazz until they heard it for the first time. I can get them to like music, I can't compose it. Give me something I can work with.
- [Sax battle continues]
- Freddy: [to Hammerschmidt when he attempts to get an interview] All right. Here's the truth. I don't work for him no more. I don't serve him ribs no more. I don't want nothing to do with him no more. Even if I hated him, and I do hate him, I don't snitch. Not to cops, not to reporters, not to anybody. Leave me the fuck alone.