Rumson: Mr. Shepherd’s read a lot of books, but you didn’t need a Harvard degree to see this comin’ a mile down the road.
Sheperd: I went to Stanford, you blowhole.

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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.

Lewis: Can I state very clearly that I can’t be party to anything illegal.
A.J.: Good for you, Lewis.
Lewis: Say what you want, but it’s always the guy in my job that ends up doing eighteen months in Danbury Minimum Security Prison.

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.

Sheperd: Douglas, does the N.R.A. have videotapes of you playing golf with Satan?