Josh Lyman: Can I ask you something?
Donna Moss: I had a plan.
Josh Lyman: When you say, “in one of these boxes…”?
Donna Moss: I had a plan. Each box is numbered. There’s a piece of paper with a number and a corresponding description of the contents of each box.
Josh Lyman: Well, where’s the piece of paper?
[pause]
Josh Lyman: It’s in one of these boxes.
Donna Moss: I had a plan. I grew up on a farm.
Josh Lyman: You grew up in a condo.
Donna Moss: I grew up near a farm. And I was cute, and I was peppy, and I always did well on my nineteenth-century English literature midterm until you came along and sucked me into your life of crime.
Josh Lyman: Hey, I’m not the…
Donna Moss: White-collar crime boy. You know what they do to a girl like me on that cell block? I’ve seen those movies.
Josh Lyman: Yeah, me, too.
Donna Moss: I’ll bet you have.
Josh Lyman: Look…
Donna Moss: Sell my farm girl ass for a carton of Luckys.
Josh Lyman: Hey, seriously, you need to sleep for a while.
Donna Moss: I can’t yet. ‘Cause in one of these boxes are Fed Ex receipts and mail-room records for any gifts or packages sent to senior staff, and in one of these boxes is a piece of paper which says which box it’s in!
Josh Lyman: I’ll be in the office.
19th century english literature midterm, am i?