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Bartlet talks to God after Mrs Landingham’s funeral
President Bartlet debates the haircut from Florida
| Sam: | Ms. O'Brien, I understand your feelings, but please believe me when I tell you that I'm a nice guy having a bad day. I just found out the Times is publishing a poll that says a considerable portion of Americans feel the White House has lost energy and focus. A perception that's not likely to be altered by the video footage of the President riding his bicycle into a tree. As we speak, the Coast Guard is fishing Cubans out of the Atlantic Ocean while the Governor of Florida wants to blockade the Port of Miami. A good friend of mine's about to get fired for going on television and making sense, and it turns out I accidentally slept with a prostitute last night. Now would you please, in the name of compassion, tell me which one of those kids is my boss's daughter? |
| Mallory: | That would be me. |
| Sam: | You. |
| Mallory: | Yes. |
| Sam: | Leo's daughter's fourth-grade class. |
| Mallory: | Yes. |
| Sam: | Well, this is bad on so many levels. |
Crime? Boy, I don’t know
| CJ: | Let me explain something to you. This is sort of my field. The people on these sites? They're the cast of One Flew over the Cuckoo's Nest. The muu-muu-wearing Parliament smoker? That's Nurse Ratched. When Nurse Ratched is unhappy, the patients are unhappy. You? You're McMurphy. You swoop in with your card games and fishing trips - |
| Josh: | I didn't swoop in, I came in the exact same way everyone else did. |
| CJ: | Well, now I'm telling you to open the wardroom window and climb on out before they give you a pre-frontal lobotomy and I have to smother you with a pillow. |
| Josh: | [pause] You're...? |
| CJ: | [nodding] I'm Chief Bromden, yes, at this particular moment. I'm assigning an intern from the press office to that website. They're going to check it every night before they go home. If they discover you've been there I'm going to shove a motherboard so far up your ass - What? |
| Josh: | Technically, I outrank you... |
| CJ: | So far up your ass! |
| Josh: | Okay. |
| CJ: | Okay. |
Babies come with hats
| C.J.: | There's no way you're letting me walk out the door, so what is it we're doing? |
| Simon: | I'm sorry? |
| C.J.: | What's your plan for me? |
| Simon: | I don't have a plan. |
| C.J.: | Are you gonna let me drive myself home? |
| Simon: | No. [holding up something] I've got your spark plug. Is that what you meant? |
| C.J.: | You've got my spark plug? |
| Simon: | And your battery. Fuel pump, starter relay, timing belt, the ignition fuse. And well also the engine, I guess. |
| C.J.: | Did you leave me anything? |
| Simon: | Wiper fluid. You can clean your windshield. No, actually, you need the battery. |
President Bartlet calls the Butterball Hotline
| Lord John Marbury: | Abigail. |
| Bartlet: | Now it's a party. |
| Abbey: | Oh. Yes, your lordship. |
| Lord John Marbury: | Your breasts are magnificent. |
| Abbey: | Oh. Um... thank you, John. |
| Lord John Marbury: | May I inquire, Mr. President - the first thing that attracted you to Abigail - was it her magnificent breasts? |
| Abbey: | It was. |
| Bartlet: | You know John, there are places in the world where it might be considered rude to talk about the physical attributes of another man's wife. |
| Lord John Marbury: | My god. Really? |
| Bartlet: | Yeah. |
Jed Bartlet can certainly speechify
Luke Skywalker. Old Jedi Master.
(Hal Hefner)
Artoo and Threepio take the Falcon for a joyride.
Perfect Albums-
Nirvana, Unplugged In New York (DGC, 1994)
By the time they assembled onstage at Sony Music Studios in Manhattan on November 18,...
I couldn’t find the one I was thinking of, but this is okay too.
This is right before I moved to Nashville. Like, a week. I miss my girlfriend.
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(via onlysummer, beachit)