Bartlet and Gina in “20 Hours in L. A.”

Bartlet

Okay. Zoey's 19 and she wants to be a teenager. She wants a college experience, and I can't blame her. I loved college. So did my other daughters. I want Zoey to be comfortable with her protection, I don't want her to try and give you the slip. It's not your job to tell me she wants to cut English Lit, it's not your job to tell me if she's dying her hair blue, or going to a strip club, or whatever it is she's doing with her friends. You know what your job is.

Yes, sir.

Bartlet

Thank you.

[gets up and shakes his hand] Thank you, Mr. President.

Bartlet

Gina?

Yes, sir?

Bartlet

If she's cutting English Lit, I want to know about it.

No deal, Mr. President.

Bartlet

Okay. [smiles]