Best Aaron Sorkin Quote

Just like the title says anything he has written ( West Wing, Sports Night, American President…etc.)

About Jeremy’s new girlfriend

Casey: Does she like sports?
Jeremy: She likes sports. We talk about sports.
Casey: You’re dating a porn star who likes sports?
Jeremy: I know, that’s why I’m not talking about it. Any minute now my mother’s going to wake me up and tell me it’s time to go to school.

Dan talking to a girl who won’t go out with him because her ex was a sports anchor

“Let me tell you something. First of all, I’m a sports anchor, not a sportscaster. Second of all, you married a jerk. I know about Steve Cisco, everybody knows about Steve Cisco. Sister, you married a loser, and the fact that you think that that man’s low-grade brand of manhood is any way indicative of my profession is beneath your obvious intelligence and class. What guys like that do to women like you makes me absolutely crazy. I knew I recognized you. Will you look at this? You’re working late, I have a show to do in ten minutes just twelve stories up. There’s no earthly reason why you shouldn’t be having dinner with me after the show. It’d be midnight, and we’d go to a great place, and I’d ask you about your day because I genuinely do care about your day, and I’d be funny and you’d have a good time. And when I took you home at like 3am, I’d try to kiss you goodnight, and I think I’d be successful. In fact, I know it. And I can’t believe none of that’s ever gonna happen 'cause once there was a time you married an idiot. I gotta get back to my job, which, rest assured, I do considerably better than Steve Cisco.” –Dan

“You know, sometimes it’s worth it - taking all the pies in the face. Sometimes you come through it feeling good.” -Dan
“Yes.” -Casey
“And how was your day?” -Dan
“Sometimes you just stand there, hip-deep in pie.” -Casey

I still get a chill from President Bartlet’s “monologue” addressed to God after Mrs. Landingham’s memorial service (The West Wing, “Two Cathedrals”):

Caffeine, do you own the Sports Night DVD’s?

From Malice: Tracy is a young woman brought into the er for emergency surgery. Jed is the trauma surgeon who misreads an x-ray and removes both of her ovaries. She sues him, and they end up in depositions, where her lawyer Dennis accuses him of having a god complex.

Jed: I have an M.D. from Harvard, I am board certified in cardio-thoracic medicine and trauma surgery, I have been awarded citations from seven different medical boards in New England, and I am never, ever sick at sea. So I ask you; when someone goes into that chapel and they fall on their knees and they pray to God that their wife doesn’t miscarry or that their daughter doesn’t bleed to death or that their mother doesn’t suffer acute neural trama from postoperative shock, who do you think they’re praying to? Now, go ahead and read your Bible, Dennis, and you go to your church, and, with any luck, you might win the annual raffle, but if you’re looking for God, he was in operating room number two on November 17, and he doesn’t like to be second guessed. You ask me if I have a God complex. Let me tell you something: I am God.

Tracy: Ask God how many shots of bourbon he had before he cut me open.

And of course, the obvious one, from A Few Good Men:

Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by men with guns. Whose gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have more responsibility here than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Santiago, and you curse the marines. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Santiago’s death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And that my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. I know deep down in places you dont talk about at parties, you don’t want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom I provide, then question the manner in which I provide it. I prefer you said thank you, and went on your way, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand to post. Either way, I don’t give a damn what you think you are entitled to!

But I like this one better:

“I strenuously object?” Is that how it’s done? Hm? “Objection, your Honor!” “Overruled” “No, no. I STRENUOUSLY object.” “Oh! You strenuously object. Then I’ll take some time and reconsider.”

And in honor of the OP, this one from The American President:

President Andrew Shepherd: Lewis, however much coffee you drink in the morning, I want you to reduce it by half.
Lewis Rothschild: I don’t drink coffee, sir.
President Andrew Shepherd: Then hit yourself over the head with a baseball bat, would you please?

“That’s not my blow, man.”