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The West Wing - Toby, Sam, and Josh - A Distinct Lack of Gravitasamazingly_meNovember 9 2010, 07:40:11 UTC
Campaign trail conversation amongst the weary warriors of Bartlet for America is, of course, made of exceedingly weighty stuff. This is a group of people, after all, who graduated at the top of their respective Ivy League classes. They thrive on tearing apart the issues of the day. They are the rising stars of their generation, hell bent on putting their guy in the White House, whatever it takes. They are Serious Political Operatives, god damn it.
"Do you think we could scientifically calculate how annoyed we're making Toby?" Sam asks one day as their flight cruises along the Eastern seaboard.
"There's got to be some kind of, like, algorithm for it," Josh replies. "Is that the term I'm looking for here, algorithm? Or is it just an equation? A formula? A formula for determining the effect of our conversation on the fury in Toby's-- that's quite the steely gaze you've got there, Toby-- in Toby's steely gaze."
"Math was never really my thing," Sam says, his brow furrowed. Josh snorts.
"Never really your thing? Sam, the whole of academia was your thing. In fact, I would go so far as to say-- nay, to declare, to declaim, my friend!-- that it still is your thing. Reading The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson out loud on a bus ride from Des Moines to Chicago? Your thing. Discussing the various merits of the Oxford comma? Your thing. Inflicting astrophysics on a group of innocent fifth-graders? Very much your thing."
"They asked!" Sam says in the indignant tones of one who has defended this particular point more than once. "One of them asked me what 'astrophysics' meant, Josh, it wasn't exactly an impromptu lecture--"
"Oh come on, Sam, they wanted to know if it was a kind of soda, they didn't want Princeton's finest explaining the concept of computational numerical simulations. Back me up here, Toby."
"If you listen very, very closely," Toby says without taking his eyes off of the magazine in his hands, "you can hear the deafening roar of my indifference."
"Toby, you wound us," Josh says with a grin, clutching his hands to his chest. Toby favors him with an eye roll which is ruthlessly efficient in conveying his disdain, and which is doubtless the envy of all its fellows.
For a moment, there is silence. Then Toby says, "And Sam, your love affair with the Oxford comma is frankly sickening," at which point it becomes clear that no one is going to shut up until CJ starts throwing things.
Re: The West Wing - Toby, Sam, and Josh - A Distinct Lack of Gravitasever_neutralNovember 10 2010, 07:23:12 UTC
SHINY, HAPPY, PERFECTION.
"If you listen very, very closely," Toby says without taking his eyes off of the magazine in his hands, "you can hear the deafening roar of my indifference."
Re: The West Wing - Toby, Sam, and Josh - A Distinct Lack of Gravitasshutterbug_12November 12 2010, 04:17:02 UTC
This is fantastic. Toby's first line, complete with the description is absolutely perfect. Oh, when they were so much younger and less jaded during the early days. I love it. I can't stop grinning. =)
"Do you think we could scientifically calculate how annoyed we're making Toby?" Sam asks one day as their flight cruises along the Eastern seaboard.
"There's got to be some kind of, like, algorithm for it," Josh replies. "Is that the term I'm looking for here, algorithm? Or is it just an equation? A formula? A formula for determining the effect of our conversation on the fury in Toby's-- that's quite the steely gaze you've got there, Toby-- in Toby's steely gaze."
"Math was never really my thing," Sam says, his brow furrowed. Josh snorts.
"Never really your thing? Sam, the whole of academia was your thing. In fact, I would go so far as to say-- nay, to declare, to declaim, my friend!-- that it still is your thing. Reading The Manuscript Books of Emily Dickinson out loud on a bus ride from Des Moines to Chicago? Your thing. Discussing the various merits of the Oxford comma? Your thing. Inflicting astrophysics on a group of innocent fifth-graders? Very much your thing."
"They asked!" Sam says in the indignant tones of one who has defended this particular point more than once. "One of them asked me what 'astrophysics' meant, Josh, it wasn't exactly an impromptu lecture--"
"Oh come on, Sam, they wanted to know if it was a kind of soda, they didn't want Princeton's finest explaining the concept of computational numerical simulations. Back me up here, Toby."
"If you listen very, very closely," Toby says without taking his eyes off of the magazine in his hands, "you can hear the deafening roar of my indifference."
"Toby, you wound us," Josh says with a grin, clutching his hands to his chest. Toby favors him with an eye roll which is ruthlessly efficient in conveying his disdain, and which is doubtless the envy of all its fellows.
For a moment, there is silence. Then Toby says, "And Sam, your love affair with the Oxford comma is frankly sickening," at which point it becomes clear that no one is going to shut up until CJ starts throwing things.
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I love it all, but this part is the most perfect:
"They asked!
I BET THEY DID, SEABORN.
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Oh, Sam. ♥
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And Toby's "deafening roar of indifference" is perfection.
"And Sam, your love affair with the Oxford comma is frankly sickening,"
*DIES*
PERFECT. Y SO PERFECT THO?
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They are all perfectly in character it's frankly sickening. And I am 100% with Sam on the Oxford comma. Love affair!
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"If you listen very, very closely," Toby says without taking his eyes off of the magazine in his hands, "you can hear the deafening roar of my indifference."
So Toby. So much.
♥
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