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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Robin: And they find this romantic?
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Sheperd: I gotta get her flowers.
Lewis: Here?
Robin: Now?
Sheperd: I broke our date. This is what men do.
Robin: It’s not what men do. I know no men who do that.

Lewis: Who are we calling, sir?
Sheperd: I’m calling the Organization of the United Brotherhood of It’s-None-of-Your-Damn-Business, Lewis. I’ll be with you in a minute.