| 2.10 NOEL |
| KEYWORTH: Some of the people I talked to became concerned about your behaviour three weeks ago. JOSH: I’ve been concerned about their behavior since long before that, but okay. TOBY: Would you all stop playing for one damn minute?! DONNA: I have the biographical file on the pilot. JOSH: How did you know I was gonna need that? DONNA: I’m tuned to you. JOSH: Seriously – DONNA: I know what you need. JOSH: Yeah, but to be walking by with a guys’ – DONNA: They called me ten minutes ago, Josh, don’t be a yutz. DONNA: You’re a very handsome man. JOSH: Thanks. DONNA: You’re a very powerful AND a very handsome man. JOSH: What’d’you need? BERNARD: There’s always an incident on the tour. People touch things. CJ: You should punish them for that. BERNARD: I beg my superiors to allow me. BERNARD: So here it hangs, like a gym sock on a shower rod. CJ: You’re a snob. BERNARD: Yes. JOSH: They’re pretty loud. TOBY: The bagpipe guys? JOSH: Yeah. TOBY: I suppose the shepherds would need to call in the goats from high atop the hills. JOSH: Shepherds herd sheep, they don’t do it in Delaware, and they can’t play in the lobby. DONNA: YoYo Ma rules! JOSH: What was the diagnosis? KEYWORTH: You have post-traumatic stress disorder. JOSH: Well, that doesn’t really sound like something they let you have if you work for the President…can you make it something else? POTUS: We have polling which indicates that if Johan Sebastian Bach was alive today, he would’ve voted for me. JOSH: I broke a window. KEYWORTH: Yeah. Stop doing that. KEYWORTH: Well, I know it’s gonna sound like I’m telling you that two plus two equals a bushel of potatoes, but… JOSH: I haven’t told you my dreams yet! KEYWORTH: Fax ‘em over to me. LEO: How’d it go? JOSH: He thinks I may have an eating disorder. And a fear of rectangles, that’s not weird, is it? LEO: This guy’s walkin’ down the street when he falls into a hole. The walls are so steep he can’t get out. A doctor passes by, the guy shouts up “Hey, can you help me out?” The doctor writes a prescription, throws it down in the hole., and moves on. Then a priest goes by, the guy says “Father, I’m down in this hole, can you help me?” He writes a prayer, throws it in the hole, and goes about his way. Then a friend walks by. “Joe, it’s me, can ya help me out?” The friend jumps into the hole. Our guy says “Are you stupid? Now we’re both stuck down here!” His friend says “Yeah, but I’ve been down here before and I know the way out.” So long as I’ve got a job, you’ve got a job. |