Sydney: Mr. President, I’m sure there’s an appropriate thing to say at this moment. Probably some formal apology for the nice-ass remark would be in order. I just don’t quite know how to word it.

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Sydney: Mr. President, you have asked me to join you in representing our country. I’m honored. I’m equal to the task. I won’t let you down, sir.
Sheperd: Sydney, this is just a dinner. We’re not gonna be doing espionage or anything.

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Sydney: Another woman?
Sheperd: No, I’ve gotta go to St. Louis and avert a massive airline strike.
Sydney: Boy, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that one.

Sydney: Two hundred pairs of eyes are focused on you right now, with two questions: “Who’s this girl, and why is the President dancing with her?”
Sheperd: First of all, the 200 pairs of eyes aren’t focused on me. They’re focused on you. And the answers are “Sydney Ellen Wade” and “Because she said ‘yes.'”

Lewis: I tell any girl I’m going out with to assume that all plans are soft until she receives confirmation 30 minutes beforehand.
Robin: And they find this romantic?
Lewis: Well, I say it with a great deal of charm.

Sheperd: I want to send some flowers, Janie. I want to do it myself. I don’t want to staff it out, and I don’t want to issue an Executive Order. I just want a phone number.