Sam Seaborn: You wrote a concession?
Toby Ziegler: Of course I wrote a concession. You want to tempt the wrath of the whatever from high atop the thing?
Sam Seaborn: No.
Toby Ziegler: Then go outside, turn around three times and spit. What the hell’s the matter with you? toby: fifty-one ‘yea’ votes is what we see on these screens before a drop of wine is swallowed! because there’s a little thing called what, bonnie? bonnie: “tempting fate”? toby: “tempting fate” is what it’s called. in the three months that this man has been on my radar screen, i have aged forty-eight years. this is my day of jubilee, i will not have it screwed up by what, bonnie? bonnie: by tempting fate. toby: by tempting fate! these things take patience. these things take skill. these things take luck. in the fifteen months we’ve been in office, what kind of luck have we had? ginger? ginger: bad luck. toby: [clears his throat and raises his eyebrows] what kind of luck? ginger: very bad luck. toby: we’ve had very bad luck.
