Will: Ever try to pull that Davis cup thing on anyone else?
Annabeth: What Davis cup thing?
Josh: Leo used to tell these tall tales to test how gullible you were? Like how he played Davis cup tennis before he blew out his knee.
Will: How he hustled chess games in Washington Square Park.
Donna: How he was a train conductor.
Josh: Minor League baseball player.
Bartlet: If you were buying it the stories kept getting bigger and better.
C.J.: My favourite was how he almost made the Olympic luge team in 1962.
Annabeth: He didn’t make the luge team in 1962?”
Will: There weren’t any Olympics in 1962
C.J.: Don’t worry about it. I made it all the way to Minor League baseball player.
Josh: Didn’t you think it was kinda weird that after he blew out his knee he played minor league baseball?
Will: I made it to dance instructor.
Bartlet: No, no. That one was true. He taught me to fox-trot.
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Bartlet: I came to this hallowed chamber one year ago, and I see we’re spelling “hallowed” with a pound sign in the middle…
Sam: We’ll fix that.
Bartlet: The pound sign is silent, I assume?
Bartlet: I came to this hallowed chamber one year ago on a mission, to restore the American dream for all our people as we gaze at the vast horizon of possibilities open to us… in the 321st century. Wow, that was ambitious of me, wasn’t it?
Leo: Let’s take a break.
Bartlet: We meant “stronger” here, right?
Leo: What’s it say?
Bartlet: I’m proud to report that our country is stranger than it was a year ago.
Sam: That’s a typo.
Bartlet: Could go either way.