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Sam Seaborn: You're going back to Smith College, the cradle of feminism, to argue in opposition to the Equal Rights Ammendment?
Ainsley Hayes: And get some decent pizza, yeah.
Sam Seaborn: They're gonna hate you.
Ainsley Hayes: Sam, I'm a straight Republican from North Carolina. You don't think they hated me the first time around?

Sexual revolution tends to get in the way of actual revolution. Nonsense issues distract attention away from real ones: pay equity, child care, honest-to-God sexual harassment.

Sam Seaborn: I'm going to register with the Republican Party. And I'll tell you why, if you're curious. It's because they're a freedom-loving people.
Ainsley Hayes: We also like beef.

Sam Seaborn: You must've had 'em rolling in the aisles back in Georgia.
Ainsley Hayes: I'm from North Carolina.
Sam Seaborn: Wherever it was that you studied baton twirling.
Ainsley Hayes: That'd be Harvard Law School.

Ainsley Hayes: Mr. Tribbey? I'd like to do well on this, my first assignment. Any advice you could give me that might point me the way of success would be, by me, appreciated.
Lionel Tribbey: Well, not speaking in iambic pentameter might be a step in the right direction.

C.J. Cregg: Well argued, though I do hate you and everything you stand for.
Joe Quincy: Claudia Jean, you've only known me for four minutes. It usually takes people the better part of an hour to hate me and everything I stand for.
C.J. Cregg: I'm the Press Secretary Boo-Boo. I don't have that kind of time.

President Josiah Bartlet: You know that line you're not supposed to cross with the President?
C.J. Cregg: I'm coming up on it?
President Josiah Bartlet: No, no. Look behind you

Donna Moss: Schadenfreude?
C.J. Cregg: You know, enjoying the suffering of others. The whole rationale behind the House of Representatives.

Reporter: I think the question was, was he physically and emotionally prepared to make a life-and-death decision after what he'd just been through?
C.J. Cregg: He'd been through a TV interview and a press conference. The President finds you all annoying, but not prohibitively debilitating.

One in forty American men wear women's clothing and we've had well over forty presidents. I'm just saying, one of these guys was dancing around the Oval Office in a prom dress. Now let's get to the bottom of that.

You guys are like Butch and Sundance peering over the edge of a cliff to the boulder-filled rapids 300 feet below, thinking you better not jump 'cause there's a chance you might drown. The President has this disease and has been lying about it, and you guys are worried that the polling might make us look bad? It's the fall that's gonna kill ya.

C.J. Cregg: They beat women, Nancy. They hate women. The only reason they keep Qumari women alive is to make more Qumari men.
Nancy McNally: So what do you want me to do about it?
C.J. Cregg: How about instead of suggesting that we sell the guns to them, suggesting that we shoot the guns at them?

C.J. Cregg: I want you to get with one of your friends in the press room from a conservative paper.
Ainsley Hayes: You really think we have a secret handshake, don't you?
C.J. Cregg: Do you?
Ainsley Hayes: Yes.

We need to be investigated by someone who wants to kill us just to watch us die. We need someone perceived by the American people to be irresponsible, untrustworthy, partisan, ambitious, and thirsty for the limelight. Am I crazy, or is this not a job for the US House of Representatives?

If we're about freedom from tyranny, then we're about freedom from tyranny, and if we're not, we should shut up.

Josh Lyman: You know what, C.J.? I really think I'm the best judge of what I mean, you paranoid Berkeley shiksa feminista... Wow, that was way too far.
C.J. Cregg: No, no. Well, I've got a staff meeting to go to and so do you, you elitist, Harvard, fascist, missed-the-dean's-list-two-sem esters-in-a-row Yankee jackass.

You get my support the same way I get yours: when I agree with what you're saying or when I don't care about what you're saying.

Oh, Holy Interruptus, Batman!

Who'd want to hurt me? I'm this century's Dennis The Menace.

It was your mother's job to name you, and love you and such. I was mainly in it for the spanking.