So here are the caps (and maybe my inspiration for future icons)
Sam: Ms. O'Brien, I understand your feelings, but please believe me when I tell you that I'm a nice guy having a bad day. I just found out the Times is publishing a poll that says a considerable portion of Americans feel the White House has lost energy and focus. A perception that's not likely to be altered by the video footage of the President riding his bicycle into a tree. As we speak, the Coast Guard is fishing Cubans out of the Atlantic Ocean while the Governor of Florida wants to blockade the Port of Miami. A good friend of mine's about to get fired for going on television and making sense, and it turns out I accidentally slept with a prostitute last night. Now would you please, in the name of compassion, tell me which one of those kids is my boss's daughter?
Mallory: That would be me.
Sam: Leo's daughter's fourth grade class.
Sam: Well, this is bad on so many levels.
Sam: It turns out I accidentally slept with a callgirl.
Toby: Accidentally? I don't understand. Did you trip over something?
Leo: What are you going to do?
Toby: Have the Justice Department bring him in pending felony charges.
Josh: Toby's right. What's the good of being in power if you're not going to haul your enemies in for questioning?
Toby: We're really not gonna do anything about this?
Leo: Yeah, cause what we really need to do is arrest people for being mean to the President.
Josh: You know, I realize that as an adult not everyone shares my view of the world, and with an issue as hot as gun control I'm prepared to accept a lot of different points of view as being perfectly valid, but we can all get together on the grenade launcher, right?
Bartlet: Hey, everybody, listen up - Zoe's down from Hanover and I'm making chilli for everyone tonight!
[Everyone looks horrified]
Josh: Oh God...
Various: [With a noticeable lack of enthusiasm] Great! Great!
Bartlet: [Put out] Okay, you know what? Let's do this. Everybody look down at the big seal in the middle of my carpet. [Everyone looks down at the Presidential seal] Now look back up at me. [They do so] Zoe's down from Hanover and I'm making chilli for everyone tonight!
Everyone: [With more convincing forced enthusiasm] That's great! I love chilli! Terrific!
Bartlet: There! You see how benevolent I can be when everybody just does what I tell them to do?
Donna: I’m not wild about this whole Indonesian thing.
Josh: What’s the problem?
Donna: I’ve been doing some reading on my own.
Josh: I wish you wouldn’t do that.
Josh: Because you tend to cull some bizarre factoid from a less than reputable source and then you blow it all out of proportion.
Donna: I do not.
Donna: I just thought you might like to know that in certain parts of Indonesia, they summarily execute people they suspect of being sorcerers.
Donna: I read it.
Josh: They... summarily execute people they suspect of being sorcerers?
Donna: They behead them.
Donna: Gangs of roving people. Beheading those they suspect of being sorcerers. You know with... what’s that thing that Death carries?
Josh: A scythe.
Donna: They’re doing it with a scythe.
Josh: Well, thanks for the head’s up.
Donna: I thought you might like to know who’s coming over for dinner.
Josh: You bet.
Toby: All right... It couldn't have gone far, right?
Toby: Somewhere in this building... is our talent.
C.J.: All you did was just one phone call.
Josh: It was a series of phone calls, which I masterminded, while I'm not one to be selfish about credit, I think it is important to know that it is done, and I did it!
Leo: [Signing Christmas cards] Who the hell is this guy and why would I care if he has a merry Christmas?
Margaret: Just sign the damn thing.
Donna:[opening Josh's christmas present to her] Heimlich Beckengruber on The Art and Artistry of Alpine Skiing?
Josh: It's got a molted calf cover and original drab boards.
Donna: I don't know what to say
Josh: I wrote you a note inside [Donna opens the book, reads the inscription, and starts tearing up] ... Donna ... don't get emotional ... Donna, don't get ... let's try and maintain some kind of--
Donna: You see?! You spend most of your time being, you know ... you. Then you write something like this to me ... thank you.
[she hugs him tightly, and he hugs back equally as tightly, burying his face in her hair]
Josh: I meant it
Donna: Skis would have killed you?
[Josh walks away, then hangs back in the distance and watches Donna reread the inscription]
Marbury: [to Leo] Allow me to present myself, Lord John Marbury, I was summoned by your President.
Leo: Yes. We've met, ten or twelve times. I'm Leo McGarry.
Marbury: I thought you were the butler.
Leo: No, I'm the White House Chief of Staff.
Bartlet: I was watching a television program before, with a kind of roving moderator who spoke to a seated panel of young women who were having some sort of problem with their boyfriends - apparently, because the boyfriends had all slept with the girlfriends' mothers. And they brought the boyfriends out, and they fought, right there on television. Toby, tell me: these people don't vote, do they?
Bartlet: I know it's hard to believe, but I prayed for wisdom.
Father Cavanaugh: And none came?
Bartlet: It never has. And I'm a little pissed off about that.
Josh: You're going to be reading a bit today about your secret plan to fight inflation.
Bartlet: I have a secret plan to fight inflation?
Bartlet: Why am I going to be reading that I do?
Josh: It was suggested in the press room that you do.
Bartlet: By who?
Josh: By me.
Bartlet: You told the press I have a secret plan to fight inflation?
Josh: No, I did not. Let me be absolutely clear, I did not do that. Except, yes, I did that.
Toby: What, I'm not coming in the car?
Bartlet: No, and you know why? Because you made fun of the guacamole.
Toby: I didn't!
Bartlet: I could tell you were thinking it.
Toby: Fair enough.
Bartlet: Try to find out who those friends of my wife's are in the wire piece and take them out back and have them shot. Can I do that?
Bartlet: Yeah, Leo says I can do that.
Bartlet: (reading from a book by George Washington) "In public, put not your hands on any part of your body that is usually covered."
C.J.: (beat) Well... I do what it takes to keep the press corps happy, Mr. President.
Leo: [to Sam, Toby, C.J., and Josh] If we're going to walk into walls, I want us running into them at full speed. We're going to lose some of these battles, and we may lose the White House, but we're not going to be threatened by issues. We're going to bring 'em front and center. We're going to raise the level of public debate in this country and let that be our legacy.
Toby: [to Andy] I have to get back to work. And you, being a Congresswoman... I'm sure you need to be back out there... you know, screwing the people.
Bartlet: What do we do with him?
Sam: Make him the Ambassador to Paraguay.
Bartlet: What do we do with the Ambassador to Paraguay?
Sam: Make him Ambassador to Bulgaria.
Bartlet: I like this. Because, if everybody keeps moving up one, I can go home.
Bartlet: "We hold these truths to be self-evident," they said, "that all men are created equal." Strange as it may seem, that was the first time in history that anyone had ever bothered to write that down. Decisions are made by those who show up.