The West Wing, Season Seven

Santos:
Is there a problem?

Helen:
It's just that when you said you were going to come home and spend time with the kids, I thought you were going to spend some time with the kids.

Santos:
I played with them this morning. I don't want to get in their faces. They're sick.

Helen:
They have head colds. It's unlikely you'll start bleeding from the eyes.

Santos:
I'm in the middle of a Presidential campaign.

Helen:
That's where you've been nights.

Santos:
I know it's been rough.

Helen:
The kids being issued panic buttons and the house transformed into an armed camp?

Santos:
A bit of an exaggeration.

Helen:
Do the windows in here look any different?

Santos:
No, not really.

Helen:
It's amazing the natural look they can achieve now with bulletproof glass. Labor Day, the barbecue: I had to provide the Secret Service with everyone's names, Social Security numbers, birth dates. To come by and have a hot dog, everybody had to be issued ID pins. My mother walking around tagged like she was some threatening wacko. If you're considering this an opportunity to crack a mother-in-law joke, you are seriously misjudging the mood of your audience.

Santos:
[pause] I had a real good one, too.

Helen:
Yeah, what?

Santos:
Too late. [pause] I'm sorry. Tomorrow will be better.

[Helen laughs.]

Santos:
Hey, think about the neat place we get to live in once we win this thing.