Leo: Mr. President.
Bartlet: A morphine drip, and we can skip the formalities. I might get one myself… wheel it into meetings with the joint chiefs. You’re not fired, Leo. You can delegate, work part-time. Bring the morphine with you for all I care.
Leo: You… You remember… what you told me… when you offered me the job?
Bartlet: “I need you to jump off a cliff.”
Leo: And I did. And I’d do it again. But you need a new… chief of staff.
Bartlet: We came here to put the job first. Spend our lives for something that would outlast us. I just thought we’d have a longer line of credit is all. I’m gonna need that list of names.
Leo: Only one name.
