The West Wing, Season Three

C.J.:
So, the 4-H convention.

Toby:
We're not going.

C.J.:
I don't get it. How can you not want to see the butter cow?

Toby:
I'm that way.

C.J.:
You understand it's a life-size cow made entirely of butter.

Toby:
We're not going.

C.J.:
There's also a butter Elvis and a butter Last Supper which has, I swear to God, Toby...

Toby:
Butter on the table?

C.J.:
It's got butter on the table right there between butter James and butter Peter, an almost mind-blowing vortex of art and material that dares the viewer to recall Marcel Duchamp.

Toby:
How do they keep it from melting?

C.J.:
How, indeed.

Nancy:
Toby, you have a phone call in the staff cabin.

Toby:
Thank you.

C.J.:
Butter, butter, butter, butter, butter, butter, butter.