Bartlet: Why’re you doing this? You’re a player. You’re bigger in the Party than I am, Hoynes would make you national chairman. Leo! Tell me this isn’t one of the twelve steps. 

Leo: That’s what it is. Right after admitting we are powerless over alcohol, and a higher power can restore us to sanity. That’s where you come in. 

Bartlet: Leo… 

Leo: Because I’m tired of it year after year after year after year, having to choose between the lesser of “who cares?” Of trying to get myself excited about a candidate who can speak in complete sentences. Of setting the bar so low, I can hardly look at it. They say a good man can’t get elected president. I don’t believe that. Do you? 

Bartlet: And you think I’m that man. 

Leo: Yes. 

Bartlet: Doesn’t it matter that I’m not as sure? 

Leo: Nah. “Act as if ye hath faith, and faith shall be given to you.” Put another way, “Fake it till you make it.” You did good tonight. 

Bartlet: Yeah. 

Leo: This is the time of Jed Bartlet, old friend. You’re gonna open your mouth and lift houses off the ground. Whole houses, clear off the ground.