HOYNES: You know what, C.J. doesn't need to come running to you every time she hits a bump...
LEO: C.J. did not come running, John, she covered your ass, she's a good girl. And when she tells you something, I want you to consider it a directive from this office.
HOYNES: You want me to consider it a directive from this office?
HOYNES: Well, let me consult Article Two of the Constitution, cause I'm not a hundred percent sure where this office gets the authority to direct me to the men's room!
LEO: You really want to do this now?
HOYNES: Leo, I have had it up to here, with you and your pal! I've been shoved into a broom...
LEO: Excuse me! Me and my pal?
LEO: You are referring to President Bartlet?
LEO: Refer to him that way.
There it is. That’s the ten word answer my staff’s been looking for for two...– Jed Bartlet (via danielgarrick)
C.J.: How do you keep fighting these smaller injustices when they're all from the Mother of Injustices?
Maggie: What's the alternative?
Big Block of Cheese Day
Leo: Andrew Jackson in the main foyer of the White House had a two-ton block of cheese.
Josh: And a Wheat Thin the size of Lake Tahoe.
TOBY If I were an actor, a writer, or a director, or a producer in Hollywood...– West Wing, Season 1 Episode 5, “The Crackpots and These Women” (via ryking)
One of my favorite scenes from The West Wing.
Amy: Admit that you’re wrong, and that his relationship with me has nothing to do with politics.
Josh: I admit it.
Amy: You mean it?
Josh: No, of course, I’m right. And his relationship with you has everything to do with politics. He’s a power dater. That’s what power daters do. You know how I know?
Amy: ‘Cause you’re a power dater?
Josh: That’s right.
Amy: Well, you know how I know that you’re wrong?
Josh: ‘Cause you looked in his eyes, saw his soul, and confronted him in a moment of human honesty?
Amy: That’s right.
Josh: Then he was sure to tell you the truth.
Amy: Well, he didn’t have to.
Amy: ‘Cause he asked me to marry him.
Amy: How do you like them app--?
Josh: No. He asked you to marry him?
Josh: And you want me to talk you out of it?
Amy: You don’t have to talk me out of it. I said no.
Amy: And then I told him I thought we should stop seeing each other for a while.
Amy: Now you’re nervous.
Josh: No, I’m not.
Amy: Josh, you and I spent four nights with each other. I didn’t break up with him for you. I’m not pathetic-stalking-woman who, you know... does things.
Josh: We spent six nights with each other.
Amy: What are you counting?
Josh: I’m counting them all.
Amy: It was four.
Josh: He just upped and proposed?
Amy: Yes, Hamlet. It’s called being decisive.
Josh: No, Ophelia. It’s called a political asset.
Amy: Well, what does it matter now?
Josh: It doesn’t.
Amy: And that’s all you’re gonna say?
Josh: I’ll say more when you call me 30 seconds from your cell phone.
Amy: You know, for the most insecure guy I’ve ever met, you’re pretty sure of yourself.
Josh: You’ll call me from your cell phone ‘cause that’s where the real conversation always takes place.
Amy: You can’t afford pajamas that fit?
Josh: It’s laundry day.
Amy: I’ll see you.
Josh: [several minutes later, answering his phone] Time number one was on the steps in front of my apartment when you kissed me. It was snowing. Time number two was when you came over after the State of the Union. Time number three was at your house when you put on your bootleg tape of the Stones at Wembley Stadium and put on your feather boa and sang “Honky Tonk Woman.” Time number four involved a variety of hosiery...
Leo: Josh, I’m gonna stop you right here, okay?
Josh: Anybody else in the office?
Margaret: Hey, Josh.
Josh: Hey, Margaret.
Leo: We’ve got a problem in Vieques and a caucus in Iowa. Why don’t you come on into work, hmm?