You raised your voice to a pregnant woman!
Toby:
I did not raise my voice.
It was in your inflection.
Toby to President Bartlett:
I was intimidated by your Catholicism.
We're trying to determine the extent of the
conspiracy.
Toby:
The conspiracy is massive.
Toby to new writer:
When you get home tonight, you're going to be
confronted with the instinct to drink alone.
Trust that instinct. Dull the pain. Don't try
to be a hero.
Mrs. Landingham:
Governor, does it frustrate you to constantly
aim for humor and yet miss so dramatically?
then-Governor Bartlett:
Nah.
then-Governor Bartlett:
Leo's here? *yells* Leo!
Mrs. Landingham:
I'd be happy to get him myself as they do in
the civilized world.
Mike:
Listen, churches are burning down; otherwise
I'd be hitting on you.
Donna:
I appreciate that. Maybe when it's a better
time.
Donna:
CJ, I just can't lie like this anymore.
CJ:
Are you saying it was you?
Donna:
I feel horrible. I should have said something
before but I was afraid of what you'd do.
CJ:
It's ok!
Donna:
No. Let me get this off my chest. It was me.
I called Tony Casta.
CJ:
Why?
Donna:
I don't know. Why does anyone do anything?
CJ:
What are you talking about?
Donna:
I'm a madwoman, CJ, and it doesn't stop with
the leak.
CJ:
What do you mean?
Donna:
Call the authorities. Send them to my parents
home in Madison.
CJ:
Why?
Donna:
They'll find the Lindbergh baby in the
basement.
CJ:
OK.
Donna:
Also some Post-its reminding me where I put
Jimmy Hoffa.
CJ:
Get out!
Donna:
I framed Roger Rabbit!
CJ:
GET OUT!
Donna:
I'm going to the place. Want a salad?
CJ:
Thanks.
CJ to the press:
The President finds you all annoying but not
prohibitively debilitating.
Sam:
I'm less visually observant than others, but
I make up for it.
How?
Sam:
With cunning and guile.
President to his 'other' daughter:
The only thing you ever had to do to make me
happy was come home at the end of the day.
reporter:
Don't be coy, C.J.
C.J.:
I was born this way.
C.J.
We need a different enemy.
CJ:
We need to be investigated by someone who
wants to kill us just to watch us die; we need
someone percieved by the American people to be
irresponsible, untrustworthy, partisan,
ambitious, and thirsty for the limelight. Am I
crazy, or is this not a job for the US House
of Representatives?
It's the basically that makes it art.
President Bartlett, banging his head on
the table.
:::looks up:::
I'm sorry. Am I still here?
Why am I nervous?
It's not immoral?
