Will: The President temporarily handing over power to his political enemy? I think it's a fairly stunning act of patriotism... and a fairly ordinary act of fatherhood.

Will: There's a Festival of Lights and Bonfires in this region that accompanies something called the Wildflower, you know, Renaissance, with lilac and ochre.
Reporter: That you can see from thirty-three thousand feet?
Will: Yes, it's arranged in a pattern that befuddles astronomers to this day. We should be coming up on it any...
Chris: Oh my God!
Will: Of course, on the right side of the plane, there's an F-16 Falcon.

Will: This speech is about creativity. In my judgment it's a home run. But what it isn't is a speech that will convince Zoey not to go to France tomorrow.
Bartlet: Well, let's write that one!

Will: We're having trouble with the Democrats.
CJ: Wow, along with the Republicans. That's kind of everyone.

Will: What's wrong?
C.J.: Close the door.
Will: I didn't do it.
C.J.: Close the door.
Will: Toby did it.
C.J.: Shut up!
Will: [closes the door] Gonna talk now? [silence] Seriously. I don't react well to this... It's like staring at a dog.
C.J.: I think Doug Westin is having an affair with his nanny.
Will: Geez! I don't wanna know that! Why did you tell me that?
C.J.: Because you deal with the press and I don't want you to get blind sided.
Will: Exactly! I work with the press. I do my best work when I'm the least informed person in the room. You taught me that.
C.J.: Suck it up.

Will: You have to care who's going to sit in that chair after Jed Bartlet is gone.
Josh: I do. That's why I don't want Bob Russell to be President.

Will: You saw the wires. They counted the number of questions I was asked this morning because I didn't answer one of them.
CJ: You thought we were going to get good coverage this week?
Will: 47, by the way; a career high.
CJ: You have to let the press punch themselves out.
Will: You're talking to the punching bag. My job is to look like I'm not completely ignorant. Counsel won't even brief me on the details of Toby's firing.
CJ: I asked them not to.
Will: Don't you want me to have a shred of credibility in the briefing room?
CJ: Your ignorance is your credibility. That's why I put you in this job. And your constituents aren't in that room, they're in distressed urban areas. You brief at 4:00.
Will: 0 for 47. I'm the Jamaican Bobsledding Team!

Will: You spend the night at my house more often then not.
Kate: Which makes me...?
Will: A really good date.

Zoey: Are you going to do what I asked in the email?
Charlie: No.
Zoey: You just refuse.
Charlie: I do. I refuse, respectfully.
Zoey: You can't refuse and be respectful at the same time.
Charlie: Watch me. Ask again.
Zoey: Stop pursuing me.
Charlie: Respectfully, no.
Zoey: Why?
Charlie: 'Cause I'm in love with you, and that's the way it goes.

Zoey: My dad's going to love him.
Charlie: Oh, yeah.
Zoey: Well, I love him, so my father will love him.
Charlie: That's absolutely the way it works.

Zoey: So I have to ask you and I'm nervous, but I'd like Jean Paul to come stay with us in Manchester this Christmas.
Bartlet: Zoey, I think it's really sweet that you still come to me for permission. You're classy and you're old-fashioned.
Zoey: So it's okay?
Bartlet: Not in a million years.

[After Toby and Josh have both "resigned" after CJ's promotion]
Bartlet: I'll make this quick. I don't know if I'm comfortable working this closely with a woman. Maybe it's time for me to call it a day, give the VP a chance to steer the ship.
[CJ looks confused; after a moment, Toby starts giggling, which sets everyone off, and CJ realizes the prank]
Bartlet: [to Toby] You're weak. You have a weak will. You should have held it. See if she pulled out the Continuity of Government plan.
Will: He cracked up at the mere suggestion of the VP...
Toby: [Still giggling uncontrollably] I had a whole thing on spending time with my kids, I went up.
CJ: You are bad, bad men.
Bartlet: In the service of a vengeful god.
Will: On behalf of the Vice President and myself and every man who's ever had a Wonder Woman fantasy, it's a bright day.
CJ: Get out.

[all in voiceovers]
C.J.: There are so many days where you can't imagine anything good will happen.
Josh: You're buried under a black fog of partisanship and self-promotion and stupidity...
Sam: ...and a brand of politics that's just plain mean.
C.J.: Yes, Hoynes had us nervous with his admonishment of big oil and, yes, the president was making us nervous too. But that's for tomorrow. Tonight, I've seen a man with no legs stay standing, Dad, and a guy with no voice keep shouting. And if politics brings out the worst in people, maybe people bring out the best. Because I'm looking at the TV right now, and damn if 28 U.S. senators haven't just walked onto the floor to help.

[Bartlet and Santos (the outgoing president and president-elect) ride to the inauguration together in a motorcade]
Bartlet: How's your speech?
Santos: It's got some good sections, but no "Ask not what your country can do for you..."
Bartlet: Yeah, Kennedy kind of screwed us with that one, didn't he?

[Bartlet stands alone in the Oval Office, in the middle of a raging storm. The back door suddenly flies open]
Bartlet: God damn it...Mrs. Landingham!
[Mrs. Landingham suddenly walks through the main door of the Oval Office]
Mrs. Landingham: I really wish you wouldn't shout, Mr. President.
[Bartlet stares at her for a few seconds]
Bartlet: The door keeps blowing open.
Mrs. Landingham: You could have used the intercom to call me, you know.
Bartlet: I know, but I didn't want to-
Mrs. Landingham: You didn't want to, or you didn't know how?
Bartlet: It's not that I don't know how. It's just that I haven't learned yet.
[Pause. Mrs. Landingham smiles at him]
Bartlett: I have MS, and I didn't tell anybody.
Mrs. Landingham: Yeah. So, you're having a little bit of a day.
Bartlett: You're going to make jokes?
Mrs. Landingham: God doesn't make cars crash and you know it. Stop using me as an excuse.
Bartlett: The Party's not going to want me to run.
Mrs. Landingham: The Party'll come back. You'll get them back.
Bartlett: I've got a secret for you, Mrs. Landingham, I've never been the most popular man in the Democratic Party.
Mrs. Landingham: I've got a secret for you, Mr. President. Your father was a prick who could never get over the fact that he wasn't as smart as his brothers. Are you in a tough spot? Yes. Do I feel sorry for you? I do not. Because there are people way worse off than you.
Bartlett: Give me numbers.
Mrs. Landingham: I don't know numbers. You give them to me.
Bartlett: How about a child born this minute has one in five chances of being born into poverty?
Mrs. Landingham: How many Americans don't have health insurance?
Bartlett: 44 million.
Mrs. Landingham: What's the number one cause of death for black men under 35?
Bartlett: Homicide.
Mrs. Landingham: How many Americans are behind bars?
Bartlett: Three million.
Mrs. Landingham: How many Americans are drug addicts?
Bartlett: Five million.
Mrs. Landingham: And one in five kids in poverty?
Bartlett: That's thirteen million American children. 3.5 million kids go to schools that are literally falling apart. We need 127 billion in school construction, and we need it today!
Mrs. Landingham: To say nothing of 53 people trapped in an embassy.
Bartlett: Yes.
Mrs. Landingham: You know, if you don't want to run again, I respect that. [stands up] But if you don't run 'cause you think it's gonna be too hard or you think you're gonna lose - well, God, Jed, I don't even want to know you.