1) After the pilot: “Meh.”
2) After season 1 episode 2: “This is the show that my mom and everyone loves so much? What liberal bedtime story bullshit! What clichéd simplistic tripe! I will never care about these annoying smartalecky characters. And my god, I put the whole series in my Netflix queue? I’ve going to give it two more episodes before I give up.”
3) After season 1, season 3: [Blubbering slightly, thankful only a mountain of chopped tomatoes is around to witness me sniffling like a baby] “Oh my god, this is what it would be like to have a President you believe in. Oh wow, oh what a country we could have been. Oh Bush, how you’ve broken all our hearts so badly. Beautiful, broken America – why can’t you be like The West Wing? I love that kid Charlie! Poor poor kid. [Sniffle sniffle sniffle.] And people should really understand about the situation with Sam and the call girl – I hope that doesn’t get out to the press. He’s fallen in love with her! Sigh. I can’t wait to see what happens next. And isn’t Alan Alda on at some point way down the line? Neat. I can’t wait for the next episode.”
Ah, the magic of television.