Never Argue With A Drunk

Toby: All Right. It Couldn't Have Gone Far, Right? Sam: No. Toby: Somewhere In This Building...is Our Talent.

And A Wheat Thin The Size Of Lake Tahoe.

I Wrote The Show West Wing For The Two Years Before And The Two Years After 9/11. Suddenly Everyone In The World Had Been Through Something That Our Characters Had Not Been Through; The Whole Trajectory Of The World Had Changed. Yet Our Show Took Place In A Parallel Universe. I Wasn't Really Sure What To Do About This. In No One's Wildest Dreams Did It Occur That An Event Like This Could Possibly Happen.

We Live In A World That Has Walls, And Those Walls Have To Be Guarded By Men With Guns.

This Is A Time For Serious People, Bob, And Your Fifteen Minutes Are Up.