It's more "Josh and Donna" than Josh/Donna, I'm afraid, and exists at some nebulous point on The West Wing's timeline which never actually existed. Title is from a Benjamin Franklin quote! :]
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"I officially give up," Josh says.
"Hnrghffle?" Donna says.
"I mean it. I'm never going to understand this country. I'm supposed to help run it-- that is my job, isn't it? I'm pretty sure that's my job-- and I haven't the foggiest notion about what anyone in it is thinking. I'm--"
"Josh?" Donna says faintly. There is a brief silence.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Josh says.
"Mmhmm," Donna says.
"So it's, uh-- I mean, it can't be that late, I was just reading some of the late editions before I went home and--"
"It's two o'clock in the morning, Josh," Donna says in a tone which, rather miraculously, does not speak of immediate and painful dismemberment. "Which means that whatever fatal, nationwide crisis you have unearthed can wait until later. Unless it's the zombie apocalypse. Is it the zombie apocalypse, Josh?"
"No," Josh admits.
"Good night," Donna says.
Josh hangs up and goes back to staring at his computer screen with a potent and terrifying mixture of awe, disgust, and sleep deprivation.
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"I mean, here's the thing," Josh says. Donna groans and slings her coat over her arm.
"You had to meet me at the entrance, really? Morning Bill," she adds as she moves through security.
"Good morning Ms. Moss, Mr. Lyman," Bill says.
"Glenn Beck is this country's death rattle personified, Bill," Josh says.
"Whatever you say Mr. Lyman," says Bill.
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"He spends a lot of time shouting," Josh says, "which is just kind of ridiculous. Does he not realize he's, you know, wired for sound? At what decibel level is he assuming his version of truth will just vibrate into fact?"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that over the ringing in my ears from the last time you took a phone call from the House minority leader," Donna says. "Were you saying something about vocal modulation, Joshua?"
"That's different! I don't shout at a national television audience!" Josh says.
"You would if you could," Donna says. "I'm going to pick up some bagels from that place down the street, do you want anything?"
"An explanation for the deterioration of this country's taste in television," Josh says. "Whatever happened to Gilligan's Island? At least I knew where that was going."
"One onion bagel with cream cheese," Donna says. "Got it."
The West Wing - Josh and Donna - And Most Fools Do (1/2)
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"I officially give up," Josh says.
"Hnrghffle?" Donna says.
"I mean it. I'm never going to understand this country. I'm supposed to help run it-- that is my job, isn't it? I'm pretty sure that's my job-- and I haven't the foggiest notion about what anyone in it is thinking. I'm--"
"Josh?" Donna says faintly. There is a brief silence.
"I did it again, didn't I?" Josh says.
"Mmhmm," Donna says.
"So it's, uh-- I mean, it can't be that late, I was just reading some of the late editions before I went home and--"
"It's two o'clock in the morning, Josh," Donna says in a tone which, rather miraculously, does not speak of immediate and painful dismemberment. "Which means that whatever fatal, nationwide crisis you have unearthed can wait until later. Unless it's the zombie apocalypse. Is it the zombie apocalypse, Josh?"
"No," Josh admits.
"Good night," Donna says.
Josh hangs up and goes back to staring at his computer screen with a potent and terrifying mixture of awe, disgust, and sleep deprivation.
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"I mean, here's the thing," Josh says. Donna groans and slings her coat over her arm.
"You had to meet me at the entrance, really? Morning Bill," she adds as she moves through security.
"Good morning Ms. Moss, Mr. Lyman," Bill says.
"Glenn Beck is this country's death rattle personified, Bill," Josh says.
"Whatever you say Mr. Lyman," says Bill.
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"He spends a lot of time shouting," Josh says, "which is just kind of ridiculous. Does he not realize he's, you know, wired for sound? At what decibel level is he assuming his version of truth will just vibrate into fact?"
"I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear that over the ringing in my ears from the last time you took a phone call from the House minority leader," Donna says. "Were you saying something about vocal modulation, Joshua?"
"That's different! I don't shout at a national television audience!" Josh says.
"You would if you could," Donna says. "I'm going to pick up some bagels from that place down the street, do you want anything?"
"An explanation for the deterioration of this country's taste in television," Josh says. "Whatever happened to Gilligan's Island? At least I knew where that was going."
"One onion bagel with cream cheese," Donna says. "Got it."
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