DONNA: Josh Lyman's office ... Hi, Amy! It's Donna Moss--
JOSH: I'll take it! I'll take it--that's for me!
DONNA: Yeah ... I'm not sure if he's in, Amy, let me check.
JOSH: (whispers) Press hold! Then I'll pick up the phone in my office.
DONNA: I'm sorry, how does the telephone work again? (Josh slams his hand against a computer monitor) Hang on just a second, Amy.
DONNA: You wanted me to tell you when it's 10:45.
JOSH: See you!
DONNA: I'll get home fine.
JOSH: What's the problem?
DONNA: It's not fit for man nor beast out there.
JOSH: Has it started snowing yet?
DONNA: It accumulates by a magnitude.
JOSH: See you.
DONNA: (phone rings) You want this?
JOSH: What's with guys like me?
AMY: If this thing went five minutes longer than you wanted it to go, you'd run for the hills. You're hit and run, Josh.
JOSH: That's not true. (his mobile phone rings) Excuse me. Hello ... Donna, I'm-I'm kind of in the middle of something ... what were you doing talking to ... Okay. Tell him yeah. (to Amy) I have to go.
AMY: Yes, indeed.
JOSH: I'm sorry. I can't explain ... I have to go.