“Is anybody dead back there?” – Bartlet

Bartlet

Is anybody dead back there?

We don't know. We don't think so.

Bartlet

[seeing a bloodstained cloth wrapped around Agent Butterfield's right hand] What happened to your hand?

Butterfield

I got hit.

Bartlet

Oh, God. [to the driver] Coop, turn around! We've gotta go to a hospital!

Butterfield

No. We're going to the White House.

Bartlet

We're going to a hospital! Let's go!

Butterfield

I have to put you inside the White House, Mr. President! This isn't something we discuss.

Bartlet

This isn't-! [angrily] My daughter is throwing up on the floor of car behind us! You're losing blood by the liter, not to mention God knows how many broken bones you've got in your hand! [blood begins to leak from the corner of his mouth] But let's make sure that I'm tucked in bed before we-

Butterfield

Mr. President! [quickly checks the President's head and upper body for signs of injury, finding blood when he reaches the President's stomach; turning to the driver] GW! Blue, blue, blue!