Bruno: You people can find more ways to blow it.
Leo: We might be running out.
Bartlet: It occurs to me I never said I'm sorry. I am. For the lawyers, for the press, for the mess, for the fear.
Doug: It's a simple equation. Bartlet rules America; America rocks; therefore Bartlet rocks.
Sam: 'America rocks'?
Toby: 'Bartlet rocks'?
Josh: He really ... doesn't ... that much.
C.J.: There's a snake over here.
Sam: What kind?
C.J.: I don't know and I don't want to ask him. Can somebody shoot it, please?
Margaret: Do I need to explain the rules on making appointments again? Are you confused?
Leo: Get out.
Margaret: I'll jot them down.
Sam: Good news about Haiti.
Margaret: I say we should've gone in there with four tank divisions and turned the place into a casino.
Sam: Manifest Destiny?
Margaret: Bet your ass.