Lewis runs down the polished marble halls of the Supreme Court and into his boss coming out of her office. "You're four hours late, Mr. Freeman," she tells him. "I apologize. I can't begin to say how sorry I am," Lewis tells her. "Well, you can begin; whether you finish or not is a different matter," his boss says. "I'm sorry, I was in a situation where I couldn't call," Lewis explains. "I didn't want you calling telling me you're late. I'm not the girl you take to the movies, I'm your boss. Now, that personal matter, is it resolved?" the boss asks. "No. I thought it might be but it's not," Lewis tells her. His boss asks him if this personal matter is worth sacrificing his clerkship. Lewis tells her he doesn't want it to, but when it comes down to it, it's worth risking his clerkship. "You misunderstand," his boss tells him. "You already are risking your clerkship, I'm asking if you're willing to give it up."
Mason is being shown around his new office by a woman who acts suspiciously like Karen from Will and Grace. "Now, here's fax one, fax two, the copier which is possessed. Uh, it can't be fixed, you gotta use voodoo on it. Also, don't copy your ass, it's not funny and it's a big pet peeve of mine." Mason looks very disappointed. Karen continues, "The autopen is broken but I can sign Owens's name better than he can. Now the coffeepot: Don't be the person who leaves a half inch in the bottom of the pot because you don't want to make a new one. That's why we fired the last guy." Mason looks startled but Karen yukks it up, slapping him on the back: "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. He went to Finance Committee. Now this is Bill's desk, my desk, and here's your desk right here. Yeah, I'm gonna be honest with you, there's kind of a funky smell. But we think there's a sandwich hidden in there somewhere. Well, good luck!" Mason starts to clean up his desk when Owens walks in: "Mason, good to have you here. Walk with me!" Mason walks with him. "I need you to be up to speed on the four agricultural bills, plus juvie crime and highways. And we're up to a five-day turnaround on the letters; I'd like it to be down to three." Mason interrupts: "We got it down to two at Abbott's." Owens is impressed, "Well, that's your new goal. Get the system working. How many counties are there in Michigan?" "Eighty-three," Mason says promptly. "How many in our district?" Owens asks. "Nine, but some of them are split," Mason tells him. "Very good, Mason! We'll send you out there eventually. Oh, in the meantime I want you to learn all the town names. You get Ionia and Owosso confused and I'll have a riot on our hands. Now, softball..." Owens pauses and Mason looks at him expectantly, "Yes?" Owens asks him what position he plays. Mason tells him "umpire." Oh, how like a politician! Owens tells him that now he plays third base: "Our office and Piedmont's have an intramural team. We're undefeated in our last one game. Next up is Abbott's," Owens tells him. "My old office!" Mason exclaims. "You're not going to go easy on those guys because they're your friends?" Owens asks. "Actually, I'd like to kick their ass," Mason says sincerely. Owens tells him that he'll fit in well. Yeah, as long as he doesn't trip over that halo.