Sydney: Mr. President, I’m…don’t know what to say. I’m speechless.
Sheperd: All evidence to the contrary.

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Sydney: The President must think I’m a third-rate jerk.
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Lewis: Mood swings? Nineteen post-graduate degrees in mathematics, and your best explanation for going from a 63 to a 46 percent approval rating in five weeks is mood swings?

Sheperd: Uhh…this isn’t Richard, it’s Andrew Shepherd.
Sydney: Oh, really. Well, I’m so glad you called, because I forgot to tell you today what a nice ass you have. I’m also impressed that you were able to get my phone number, considering I don’t have a phone. Good night, Richard.

Sheperd: I studied under a Nobel-Prize-Winning economist. You know what he taught me?
A.J.: Don’t have a airline strike at Christmas?
Sheperd: Yeah. I’m going to St. Louis.