Veep, Season 5

Jeff:
This is just for one term here, Jonah. You're merely acting as a placeholder for Ezra.

Jonah:
Once I'm in, I'm in. I went to the White House on a three-week placement. I'm a MRSA infection. You don't get rid of Jonah Ryan.

Jeff:
Listen to me, all right? I'm not asking you, I am telling you.

Jonah:
Yeah, but it's not my fault if Cousin Lezra ends up eating my nut dust and becoming the goofy Paul Simon to my angelic-voiced Art Garfunkel.

Jeff:
Can I talk to you down here just a minute?

Jonah:
[leaning forward] Yeah.

Jeff:
Now listen to me, you walking trisomy. I could get dog shit in a condom elected in New Hampshire. You are my puppet. I let you dance, and when I stuff you back in the toy box to let Ezra lead, you will be grateful I ever let your wooden painted face take the stage! Now, do you or do you not understand me?!

Jonah:
[meekly] Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.