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Playing ball with Mr. President, The West Wing, 01x05, The Crackpots and These Women

  • Charlie:

    Mr. President, you look a little winded.

  • Jed:

    I'm fine.

  • Charlie:

    Uh, maybe you wanna sit out for a minute, sir?

  • Jed:

    Why would I wanna do that?

  • Josh:

    'Cause people are bound to be pretty upset when they find out we killed the President.

  • Jed:

    I’m playing.

  • Toby:

    Mr. President, there’s no shame in calling it quits. All you have to do is say, “Toby, you’re the superior athlete,” and slink on off the court.

  • Jed:

    Take the ball out, Toby.

  • Toby:

    You’re really going to keep playing? Oh, this is perfect, you know that? This is a perfect metaphor. After you’re gone, and the poets write, “The Legend of Josiah Bartlet,” let them write you as a tragic figure, sir. Let the poets write that he had the tools of greatness, but the voices of his better angels were shouted down by his obsessive need to win.

  • Jed:

    You want to play or write my eulogy?

  • Toby:

    Can I be honest with you, sir?

  • Jed:

    Mr. Grant!

  • Josh:

    Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Who’s this guy?

  • Jed:

    I’m making a substitution. Mr. Grant’s a new member of my team. Mr. Grant is a federal employee.

  • Toby:

    You know the thing about you, Mr. President? It isn’t so much that you cheat. It’s how brazenly bad you are at it.

  • Jed:

    I beg your pardon? When have I ever cheated?

  • Toby:

    Up on Florida, playing mixed doubles with me and C.J. You tried to tell us that your partner worked at the American Consulate in Vienna.

  • Jed:

    And she did!

  • Toby:

    It was Steffi Graf, sir.

  • Jed:

    Well, I will admit that the woman bore a striking resemblance...

  • Toby:

    It was Steffi Graf, you crazy lunatic! You think I’m not gonna recognize Steffi Graf when she’s serving a tennis ball at me?

  • Jed:

    Be that as it may, Toby Ziegler, Josh Lyman, Charlie Young. I would like to introduce Mr. Rodney Grant. Mr. Grant is Associate Director of the President’s Council on Physical Fitness. Game point. Your ball. Let’s go!

  • Toby:

    Whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast.

  • Jed:

    What’s the problem?

  • Toby:

    Mr. Grant, your name sounds awfully familiar... Before you joined up with the President’s Council on Physical Fitness, a council, I might add, the President would do well to avail himself of... Is it possible, that you played some organized ball?

  • Grant:

    Yeah, I used to play a little with my friends.

  • Toby:

    And where was that?

  • Grant:

    I’m sorry?

  • Toby:

    Where would that be?

  • Grant:

    Duke.

  • Toby:

    This guy was in the final four!

  • Jed:

    Let the poets write about that there, Byron.

gk2nist:

Slim darling, you came along and into my arms and into my heart and all the real true love I have is yours – and now I’m afraid you won’t understand and that you’ll become impatient and that I’ll lose you – but even if that happened, I wouldn’t stop loving you for you are my last love and all the rest of my life I shall love you and watch you and be ready to help you should you ever need help.

All the nice things I do each day would be so much sweeter and so much gayer if you were with me. I find myself saying a hundred times a day, ‘If Slim could only see that’ or ‘I wish Slim could hear this.’ I want to make a new life with you – I want all the friends I’ve lost to meet you and know you and love you as I do – and live again with you, for the past years have been terribly tough, damn near drove me crazy. You’ll soon be here, Baby, and when you come you’ll bring everything that’s important to me in this world with you.

Humphrey Bogart’s letter to Lauren Bacall

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