Leo: Sir. Let's play a game of 'Who Do You Think I'm Going to Agree With'? Fourteen doctors say you should wait another week before assuming a campaign schedule. Who do you think I'm going to agree with?
Bartlet: Get away from me.
Leo: Yes, Sir.

CJ: You get my support the same way, I get yours, when I agree with what you're saying or when I don't care about what you're saying. This time I disagree.
Toby: You don't think we should use this time to get aggressive about guns and hate groups.
CJ: I think we were victims of a violent crime and it's unseemly to use this time at all.

Leo: (to Zoey) Because your father is a demented, demented man.

Sam: I told him we would stand behind him. I told him he would have our full support. I was the one who asked him to run. I was asked to ask him.
Leo: I know. We can't afford all the things we want. . .

CJ: In a democracy often times other people win.

Bartlet: That's no problem. Not a problem at all. Fifteen minutes. . . . It's time to get up off the mat.
Toby: I'm not sure I can come out of the other side of this.

Sam: Grant Samuels died.
CJ: Really?
Sam: Yes.
CJ: He's really dead this time?
Sam: Yep.
CJ: 'Cause last time you told me he was dead he wasn't.
Sam: He's dead this time.
CJ: Somebody poked him a little to see...
Sam: He died CJ!
CJ: Well, okay. Then I shouldn't have made a little joke.
Sam: I'm almost certain he's dead.
CJ: SAM!! Sam: I was making a joke too. What? You work alone?

CJ: He's making me crazy!
Josh: You know I heard that.
CJ: Yeah, I understand how a speaker phone works.
Josh: Say it for me.
CJ: Joshua, I really have to get to the briefing room.
Josh: Say it please.
CJ: Psychics at Cal Tech and the FERMI National Accelerator Lab are close to announcing what...
Josh: Physicists! Theoretical physicists at Cal Tech!
CJ: No psychics?
Josh: No.
CJ: I should jot that down.
Josh: Please.
CJ: I tell you, if it was psychics I'd lead with it.
Josh: CJ...
CJ: Talk to you later, mi amour. (She walks out of the room)
Josh: I don't think you understand...
Carol: The OMB stats.
CJ: Thank you. You can set 'em down. Oh and let Josh ramble a little before you hang up the phone.
Carol: Sure.

Toby: Donna...
Donna: You know the rules.
Toby: The rules are dumb.
Donna: The rules are not dumb.
Toby: Donna, seriously...
Donna: I'm perfectly serious, Toby. He's recovering from an attempted murder. He's supposed to be resting, and I don't want people going over there and getting him futushed.
Toby: Fartoost! Don't bring the Yiddish unless you know what you're doing.
Donna: You know what word should be Yiddish but isn't?
Toby: Donna!
Donna: Spatula.
Toby: Thank you.
Donna: Also, far fetched.
Toby: I need to talk to him about...
Donna: The hate crimes and how to best bring it to the President. He's got the paper you wrote, he's got the materials you've sent him. You talk to him on the phone 93 times a day.
Toby: And I'd like to go to his apartment and talk to him.
Donna: No.
Toby: Donna...
Donna: Maybe if you hadn't of said the rules are dumb.
Toby: Yeah.