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As I look out over this magnificent vista... |
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CJ How’s his mood today? LEO We had breakfast. He seemed very upbeat, very energetic, very optimistic about the day. C.J.How long do you think do you suppose that’s gonna last? BARTLET Can we get this Godforsaken event over with so I can get back to presiding over a civilization gone to hell in a handcart? |
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BARTLET There’s nothing wrong with my mood. MRS. LANDINGHAM It’s your diet. BARTLET Would you get off me with that? MRS. LANDINGHAM You’re not getting enough roughage in your diet. You know I’m right about that. BARTLET I know I’d like to beat you senseless with a head of cabbage. I know that for damn sure. |
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LEO Margaret! MARGARET Yes? LEO I can’t e-mail. MARGARET They’re working on the problem. LEOWhat’s the problem? MARGARET My friend, Lynette, from the President’s Council on Physical Fitness, you remember her? LEO No. MARGARET She’s the one where you say, “Who’s that?” And I say, “That’s my friend, Lynette, from the President’s Council on Physical Fitness.”Anyway, she sent me an e-mail about the actual calorie count in the raisin muffin they’re serving in the mess. I forwarded the e-mail to several hundred assistants and secretaries in O.E.O.B. and in the West Wing, and that was fine. But Jolene Millman, who works in political liaison, then hit reply, which apparently- LEO Oh Margaret! Margaret! I’m sorry. I’m gonna have to...I hung in there as long as I could, but you long since passed the point when I stopped caring. If you’re curious, it was right around raisin muffin. MARGARET You having problems with your e-mail? TOBY Yeah. MARGARET Technical support says the pipeline’s been flooded. Apparently it happened when I forwarded an e-mail to several people, and one of them tried to reply. Everyone’s e-mail box is clogged with replies, which are now, automatically and constantly bounding back and forth at subatomic speed... [pause] I passed the where you’re interested, haven’t I? |
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MARGARET I.T. support is now accusing me of being a hacker. They’re accusing me of spamming or smurfing. They asked me if I was running a Trojan horse. I said no, I...I was simply informing the others that the calorie count in the raisin muffin was wrong. And it is, Toby. You don’t believe me...You should take one of those muffins and you know, take it down to the lab. TOBY I’ll do that. MARGARET Will you? TOBYGet me a muffin. Be careful not to handle it yourself. You want to use gloves. Slip it to me in a plastic bag. I’ll send it off to the lab. MARGARET You’re mocking me now, aren’t you? TOBY Yes. LEO Margaret thinks the F.B.I.’s gonna bust in here any minute. |