Sam: Well, over three and a half centuries ago, strengthened by faith and bound by a common desire for liberty, a small band of Pilgrims sought out a place in the new world where they could worship according to their own beliefs and solve crimes...
Toby: Sam...
Sam: It'd be good.
Toby: Read the thing...
Sam: By day they churn butter and worship according to their own beliefs and by night they solve crimes.
Toby: Read the thing.
Sam: Pilgrim detectives.
Toby: Do you see me laughing?
Sam: I think you're laughing on the inside.
Toby: Okay.
Sam: With the big hats!
Toby: Gimme the speech.

CJ: In the following days we'll be meeting with the Reverend Al Caldwell, members of the Beijing Embassy and INS agents. The President has asked Josh Lyman and Sam Seaborn to run these meetings so it's entirely possible that by week's end we will have alienated Christians, China and our own government.

Toby: She enforced the law.
Rep. Leadership Member: A law that 70% say is wrong. Seventy percent of the people say. . . .
Toby: Laws don't work like that. . . . We don't ask for a show of hands.

Leo: . . football game, high school, marching band, on their knees. The only thing breaking up Norman Rockwell are the cops, the handcuffs, the nightstick and my sister.

Leo: . . . you look for them.
Leo's Sister: Just like my brother.
Leo: I don't look for fights, Josey. There are enough of them that look for me. . . . And I am trying to stage manage an undisciplined White House through what I would say was a difficult time except I haven't experienced an easy one yet.

Bartlet: If you think I can pardon a turkey, then you have got to go back to your school and insist that you be better prepared to go out in the world.
Donna: You can't pardon a turkey?
Barltet: No. I tell you what I can do. I'm drafting this turkey into military service. In the meantime somebody will be drafting a check which will have my signature on it so the folks can buy themselves a butterball.

Bartlet: Aren't I gonna get a reputation for being soft on turkeys?