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.'”

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A.J.: No, sir, this is the White House.

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A.J.: Good for you, Lewis.
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Sheperd: I’m going to her house. I’m gonna stand at her front door till she lets me in. And I’m not leaving till I get her back.
A.J.: How’re you gonna do that?
Sheperd: I haven’t worked that out yet. But I’m sure groveling will be involved.

A.J.: Mr. President, the American people have a funny way of deciding on their own what is and what is not their business.

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