My love for the President's daughter

Five Votes Down

Bartlet is speaking at a dinner in a ballroom. He stands behind the podium while important people in fancy clothes listen to him. Hanging behind him is a banner that says "Practical Idealism". Diana stands in the corner of the room, near her father, listening to his speech.

"One night he went in and set the briefcase down and said, "Bess, why do you suppose it is that only sons-of-bitches know how to lick a stamp?" The audience laughs and applause at Bartlet's joke, " The point is friends, you've got to write the letter, you've got to send a fax, you've got to pick up the phone and call Western Union. You've got to contact your Congressional representative. You've got to say "Mister, I've got a friend whose neighbor is dead. Madam, I've got a neighbor whose friend is dead, whose husband is dead, whose mother is dead, kids are dead! Kids are dead! And I wanna know, mister. I wanna know, madam how you intend to vote on Wednesday so that I'll know how to vote next election..." You gotta ask 'em. You gotta ask 'em!"

The audience applauds Bartlet before he continues with the speech, "You know, I had a civil procedure professor who said once... He said, "When the law is on your side, argue the law; and when the facts are on your side, argue the facts...When you don't have the law on your side, when you don't have the facts on your side, bang your fist on the defense table as loud as you can." Well, we've got the law on our side now, and we've got the facts on our side now bang our fist on the defense table, but we're not listening anymore. We're not having that anymore. We're gonna win on Wednesday. We're gonna win on Wednesday! Thank you all," The crowd stands up and applauds, "God bless you, and God bless America!"

Bartlet works his way out of the room with Diana following him while "Happy Days Are Here Again" plays. The staff follows as they all walk through the back hallways.

"Fantastic," Sam commented as he shook Bartlet's hand.

"Thank you," Bartlet said.

Bartlet continues down the hall with his Secret Service Agents. They go down the stairs and walked through the kitchen. Bartlet is shaking hands with someone and then joins the group. They go down the stairs again.

"Thank you. Good night," Bartlet said before saying to Toby, in front of him, "Toby!"

"Sir," Toby responded.

"What'd you think?" He asked.

"I thought my work was outstanding, Mr. President," Toby replied.

"I thought you would."

"Thanks for asking. Couldn't help but notice you got a little extemporaneous there in the D section," He mentioned.

"Oh, you noticed that, did you?" Bartlet asked.

"Yes, sir, I did," Toby answered.

"Yes. I did a little polish right up there on my feet," He said.

"Yes indeed," Toby agreed.

"Right in front of everybody. I looked to the side at one point, you know. I half expected to see you coming at me with a salad fork," Bartlet admitted as they walked through the hall.

"Well, but for the secret service agents restraining me, sir."

"Yup. Thank God for the secret service," Bartlet smiled.

"Bless their hearts..." Toby said.

Bartlet sees a couple getting friendly in the hall, "Hey there, fella. She deserves a nice room and some supper."

"You like doing that, don't you sir?" Toby asked.

"You have no idea," Diana told him. She, Toby, and her father had a little laugh.