Gill: Mr. President, militant women are out to destroy college football in this country.
Sheperd: Is that a fact?

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Sydney: Mr. President, I’m…don’t know what to say. I’m speechless.
Sheperd: All evidence to the contrary.

Sydney: I’ve gotta nip this in the bud. This has catastrophe written all over it.
Beth: In what language?! Sydney, this man is the leader of the free world. He’s brilliant, he’s funny, he’s handsome, and he’s an above-average dancer. Isn’t it possible our standards are just a tad high?

Lewis: People want leadership. And in the absence of genuine leadership, they will listen to anyone who steps up to the microphone. They want leadership, Mr. President. They’re so thirsty for it, they’ll crawl through the desert toward a mirage, and when they discover there’s no water, they’ll drink the sand.
Sheperd: Lewis, we’ve had Presidents who were beloved, who couldn’t find a coherent sentence with two hands and a flashlight. People don’t drink the sand because they’re thirsty, Lewis. They drink it because they don’t know the difference.

Sheperd: We had a nice couple of minutes together. She threatened me and I patronized her and we didn’t have anything to eat, but I thought there was a connection. She didn’t say anything about me?
A.J.: Well, no, but I could pass her a note before study hall.
Sheperd: Tell me this: Hypothetically, what would happen–
A.J.: I feel a nightmare coming on.

Sheperd: Are you nervous?
Sydney: No.
Sheperd: Good. My nervousness exists on several levels. Number 1 — and this is in no particular order — I haven’t done this in a pretty long time. Number 2: Any expectations you might have, due to the fact that I’m, you know…
Sydney: The most powerful man in the world?
Sheperd: Exactly, thank you. Just so you remember that’s a political distinction that comes with the office. I mean, if Eisenhower were here instead of me he’d be dead by now.