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Celestial Navigation

• Phone next to bed: [rings several times]
• Bartlet: What?
• Charlie: Good morning, Mr. President. It's Charlie. I hope...
• Bartlet: What could you possibly want right now?
• Charlie: Sir, it's 6:30 a.m. and...
• Bartlet: In the morning?
• Charlie: Yes, sir. And I wanted to remind you that...
• Bartlet: I mean, what in the name of everything holy could you want right now?
• Charlie: I wanted to remind you that you have a 7:00 a.m. at the Oval Office with senior staff, followed by your security and intelligence briefings, and a meeting with the Chairman of the Fed. Would you like me to have the stewards bring you some coffee and the Washington Post?
• Bartlet: Who the hell is this?
• Charlie: Sir.
• Bartlet: And what could you possibly want?
• Charlie: Sir. I need you to dig in now. It wasn't a nightmare. You really are the President.
• Bartlet: All right.
• Charlie: I'll have the stewards bring the coffee to your room.
• Bartlet: I'll get up now.