The West Wing, Season Four

C.J.:
Dad... you... cannot expect me to silently do nothing. You're going to require care.

Tal:
I wasn't built for it. You came for the prom, not for this.

C.J.:
Reunion. I'm not going.

Tal:
Coward. That world, the expertise, the solicitude, no. No, thanks. I want to go down with some silence, with my music, with some grace.

C.J.:
I'll quit and take care of you.

Tal:
'We sail,' said Pascal, 'in a vast sphere,' Claudia Jean, 'ever drifting in uncertainty, driven from end to end.' I'd much rather see you on TV, darling, than sitting opposite me, watching a demolition derby going on in my brain.