The West Wing, Season Seven

C.J.:
[to Toby] Good evening. You would not believe the day I had. I'd tell you about it if I could talk about it, but a bunch of stuff happened today that I can't talk about, so I guess I should stop talking about it. [hands a folder to Margaret] But the truth is, I'm so strung out and wired on caffeine that I can't even tell what room I'm in.

Toby:
C.J....

C.J.:
Let's open that bottle of champagne you gave me for my birthday. Maybe the alcohol will balance out the caffeine.

Toby:
C.J., the leak--

C.J.:
[gets out the bottle of champagne and two glasses] Let's have a toast. One final toast before I leave the White House for my perp walk in leg irons. Here, you open it.

Toby:
C.J.

C.J.:
Fine, I'll open it. But just, uh, listen to what I have to say. Leo's in trouble.

Toby:
I know.

C.J.:
You do?

Toby:
I got a lawyer.

C.J.:
What?

Toby:
I got a lawyer.

[C.J. looks up with concern on her face]

Toby:
I did it.