I know! Let's have a West Wing quote-a-thon! Just post your favorite quotes from The West Wing. And then we can all have fun remembering the AWESOMENESS of Sorkin.
(You can tell I'm bored and trying to procrastinate, can't you?)
I'll start!
(You can tell I'm bored and trying to procrastinate, can't you?)
I'll start!
"I've got a speech if he wins, I've got a speech if he doesn't."
"You wrote a concession?"
"Of course I wrote a concession. You want to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing?"
"No."
"Then go outside, turn around three times and spit. What the hell's the matter with you?"
--Toby and Sam, "Election Night"
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(??? on the ep)
- Morning, Josh.
I drink from the keg of glory, Donna, bring me the finest muffins and bagels in all the land.
- This is going to be an unbearable day.
(Josh and Donna in Post Hoc ergo propter hoc)
Josh: Where are you going?
Sam: I was following you.
Josh: I was following you. All right, don't tell anyone this happened, okay?
from Five Votes Down
Leo: Yeah.
Margaret: I can sign the President's name. I have his signature down pretty good.
Leo: You can sign the President's name?
Margaret: Yeah.
Leo: On a document removing him from power and handing it to someone else?
Margaret: Yeah! Or... do you think the White House Counsel would say that was a bad idea?
Leo: I think the White House Counsel would say it was a coup d'etat!
Margaret: Well. I'd probably end up doing some time for that.
Leo: I would think. And what the hell were you doing practicing the President's signature?
Margaret: It was just for fun.
Leo: We've got separation of powers, checks and balances, and Margaret, vetoing things and sending them back to the Hill.
C.J.: Secret Service improvements.
Reporter: Can you go into detail, please?
C.J.: The property now includes a helipad and the ability to run a global war from the sun porch.
(Five Votes Down)
Toby: Huh.
Leo: I am making a mental list of those who are snickering, and even as I speak I am preparing appropriate retribution. The block of cheese was huge - over two tons. And it was there for any and all who might be hungry.
Toby: Leo, wouldn't this time be better spent plotting a war against a country that can't possibly defend itself against us?
Leo: We can do that later, Toby. Right now I'm talking about President Andrew Jackson.
Sam: Actually, right now, you're talking about a big block of cheese.
Leo: And Sam goes on my list!
Sam: What about Toby?
Leo: I'm unpredictable. Jackson wanted the White House to belong to the people, so from time to time, he opened his doors to those who wished an audience.
Mandy: And then he locked the doors behind them and made them eat two tons of cheese.
Leo: It is in that spirit...
Sam: Hang on. Mandy doesn't go on the list?
Leo: Mandy's new.
Sam: So it's just me... on the list?
Leo: Yes. It is in the spirit of Andrew Jackson that I, from time to time, ask senior staff to have face-to-face meetings with those people representing organizations who have a difficult time getting our attention. I know the more jaded among you, see this as something rather beneath you. But I assure you that listening to the voices of passionate Americans is beneath no one, and surely not the peoples' servants.
Josh walks in with C.J.: Sorry, we're late. Is it "Total Crackpot Day" again?
Leo: Yes, it is.
Sam: And let us please note that Josh does not go on the list.
(one of my favorite moments of all time. )
BARTLET: All right, game point. Let's go.
JOSH: Sir...
BARTLET: I'm playing.
TOBY: Mr. President, there's no shame in calling it quits. All you have to do is say, "Toby, you’re the superior athlete," and slink on off the court.
BARTLET: Take the ball out, Toby.
TOBY: You're really going to keep playing?
BARTLET: Take the ball out. Let's go.
TOBY: Oh, this is perfect, you know that? This is a perfect metaphor. After you're gone, and the poets write "The Legend of Josiah Bartlet," let them write you as a tragic figure, sir. Let the poets write that he had the tools of greatness, but the voices of his better angels was shouted down by his obsessive need to win.
BARTLET: You want to play or write my eulogy?
Sam: Are we paying any attention at all right now?
Bob: No.
Sam: Thank God. Like we don't have enough problems with the First Lady and her Ouija board.
Sam: Because there are levels, and an order to our Air Force Command, and to jump from a radar officer to the Commander in Chief would skip several of those levels.
Bob: Like what?
Sam: Like the Pentagon, and, you know, perhaps therapy.
Senior Staff: Great. Okay. Chili.
Bartlet: All right... You know what? Let's do this. Everybody look down at the big seal in the middle of my carpet. Now, everybody look back up at me. Zoey's coming down from Hanover and I'm making chili for everyone tonight.
Senior Staff: That's great! I love chili! Terrific!
Bartlet: There, you see how benevolent I can be when everyone does what I tell them to do? Now sit down.
Bartlet: No, and you know why? Because you made fun of the guacamole.
Toby: I didn't!
Bartlet: I could tell you were thinking it.
Toby: Fair enough.
(20 hours in LA)
Zoey: No, this is one of the times when it's okay.
Charlie: Okay. It's hard to tell the difference between those times and the other times.
Zoey: I know. Doesn't that suck for you?
- Absolutely. Otherwise it's just a waste of food.
(sam and Toby, State Dinner)
*that's* why I call a party. ::grin::
Leo: There was quite a bit of sugar in the creme de caramel.
CJ: Yeah.
Donna: Josh likes to explain things and I -- let him.
--both from "The Stackhouse Fillibuster"
- Josh, to Jeff Brekenridge in "Six Meetings Before Lunch". I cannot even begin to explain how much Bradley Whitford makes me cry during this scene.
And another, happier one:
"What happened to your cheeks?"
"I had woot canaw."
- Josh and CJ, "Celestial Navigation"
Toby: Really?
-Yes.
A prostitute?
-A call girl.
Accidentally?
-Yes.
I don't understand. Did you *trip* over something?
Mr. President, if you could also see your way clear to not answering that question like an economics professor with a big old stick up his butt, that would be good too.
- I am an economics professor with a big old stick up my butt, but I'll do my best for you, there, Mandy.
Josh: Toby, come quick. Sam's getting his ass kicked by a girl.
-Ginger, get the popcorn.
Josh: All I'm saying is, if you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop to get a beer.
Donna: If you were in an accident, I wouldn't stop for red lights.
The cuteness!