BARTLET
This isn't what you signed up for. Leo begged you to take this job.
This isn't what you signed up for. If you leave, I'd appreciate it
if you did it now, so it doesn't look like my lawyer bailed on me
when the rain starts. No one's gonna hold it against you. 

OLIVER
Well, I appreciate that, Mr. President. (pause) If I stay, will you
do exactly what I tell you to do? 

BARTLET
I guess it depends. 

OLIVER
No, I'm afraid it can't depend, sir. 

A lengthy silence falls between them. Bartlet stands up, his hands
in his pockets, and walks slowly toward his desk. 

BARTLET
What would my first step be? 

OLIVER
First, tell your staff. 

BARTLET
Yeah. 

OLIVER
Then, decide how to make a public announcement. 

BARTLET
Yeah. 

OLIVER
Then order the Attorney General to appoint a Special Prosecutor. Not
just any Special Prosecutor - the most blood-spitting, Bartlet-hating
Republican in the Bar. 

Oliver walks slowly but purposefully toward Bartlet. 

OLIVER
He's gonna have an unlimited budget and a staff like an army. The new
slogan around here is gonna be "bring it on." He's gonna have access
to every piece of paper you ever touched. If you invoke executive
privilege one time, I'm gone. An assistant DA in Ducksworth wants to
take your deposition, you're on the next plane. A freshman Congressman
wants your testimony, you'll sit in his kitchen. They wanna drag you to
The Hague and charge you with war crimes, what do we say? 

Bartlet stares silently at Oliver for several moments. 

BARTLET
(quietly) Bring it on.