Leo: Charlie?
Charlie: Leo, there was an accident at 18th and Potomac. Mrs. Landingham was driving her car back here.
Leo: What happened?
Charlie: There was a drunk driver and they ran the light at 18th and Potomac. They ran it at a high speed.
Leo: Charlie, is she alright?
Charlie: No. She's dead.
Babish: Mr. President, I have some more questions, is there time now?
Potus: Well, the Mexican economy crashed, an oil tanker busted up about
120 miles from here and 13% of Americans are living in poverty. So yeah, I
can hang out with you and answer insulting questions for a while.
Babish: Good.
CJ: I'm looking for Leo.
Charlie: He's in the situation room.
CJ: That's usually a good sign
Toby: (to Donna)You're the first person on the assistant level to find out. Margaret doesn't know. Bonnie and Ginger don't know. Donna, Mrs. Landingham doesn't know.
Leo: Nancy. The Cavalry.
Nancy (NSA): You guys need some adult supervision?
Leo: No, we need the cavalry.
Danny: You didn't answer my question.
CJ: How about that.
Bartlet: You're right, you know. I should be bringing them in on reelection. I should be talking to them. . . . I don't want to make the same mistakes over again.
Leo: Not when there are so many new mistakes we can be make.
Leo: We're not going to stop, soften, detour, postpone, circumvent, obfuscate or trade a single one of our goals to allow for whatever extracurricular nonsense is coming our way in the next days, weeks and months.
Toby: When did we decide this?
Leo: Just now.
Mrs. Landingham: Why do men think women can't buy a car without a man?
Josh: It's an old stereotype, Mrs. Landingham. Did you get the extended warranty?
Mrs. Landingham: No.
Josh: Women!
Paul Hacket: CJ?
CJ: Yeah?
Hacket: Between friends...
CJ: Yeah?
Hacket: Is the water over your head?
CJ: No, the water's exactly at my head.
Charlie: How are you going to tow your camper without a tow package?
Mrs. Landingham: I have never been camping.
Charlie: Neither have I and I was hoping you'd take me. I'd be sitting there fishing listening to the Orioles on the transistor radio.
Mrs. Landingham: What would I be doing?
Charlie: Warning off bears. That kind of thing.