President Bartlet:
You have a bestfriend? Sec of Agriculture:
Yes sir. Is he smarter than you? Yes sir. Would you trust him with your life? Yes sir. That's your chief of staff.
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Josh: Are his glands swollen? CJ:
Damn. What. You know what I forgot to do today? What? Feel the President's glands. Do you think the joke reflex you use as a defense mechanism is why you have so much trouble keeping a man? ---
The crackpots and these women
Sam: What can I do for you, Bob? Bob:
In a nutshell?
So to speak. We'd like the White House to pay a little more attention to UFOs.
Are we paying any attention at all right now? No.
Thank God.
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A proportional response
Josh: You know what, CJ, I think I'm the best judge of what I mean, you paranoid Berkely shiksa feminista! Well that was way too far. CJ:
No, no. Well, I've got a staff meeting to go to and so do you, you elitest Harvard fascist missed-the-Dean's-list-two-semesters-in-a-row yankee jackass!.
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Bartlet: CJ, on your tombstone it's gonna read: "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc". CJ:
Okay, but none of my visitors are going to be able to understand my tombstone.