A.J.: Mr. President, this is an election year. If you’re looking for female companionship, we can make arrangements that’ll insure total privacy and–
Sheperd: I don’t want you to get me a girl, A.J. What is this, Vegas?
A.J.: No, sir, this is the White House.

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