Then Monica holds up two shirts, one white, one blue. Or maybe they're eggshell and periwinkle, I DON'T KNOW. She asks him which shirt goes with the tie. He says he doesn't know, and she starts to get a little preachy and tells him that of course he doesn't know, he's not expected to know what shirt goes with what tie, or what might clash with what Dan's wearing, et cetera. She says he gets a lot of attention and praise for what he actually does do, and it's all deserved. "When you go on a talk show and get complimented for something you didn't, how hard would it be to say, 'That's not me, that's a woman named Maureen who's been working for us since the first day, it's Maureen who dresses me every night. And without Maureen I wouldn't know gunmetal from a hole in the ground.'" Revelation music starts playing as Monica asks him if he knows how much it would have meant to her. Casey looks like he'd love to crawl under a rock. Now she gets all servant-remembering-her-place and apologizes if she took up too much of his time. Then she asks him not to tell Maureen she spoke to him. "I won't...Monica..." says Casey. Little late to prove you know her name, bud. Of course he won't speak to Maureen about this. As if he ever speaks to Maureen. Maybe we should all be pleased he didn't hit on Monica. And I appreciate Monica's sentiment and all, and yes, Casey should learn people's damn names and not be quite so self-absorbed, and yes, people deserve credit for what they do, but Monica might have laid it on a little thick here. I mean, maybe she and Maureen should consider themselves lucky they're able to earn a living off their ability to distinguish gunmetal from grey.
In the meeting room, Kim, Elliot, Jeremy, and Natalie are working on the Play of the Year. Natalie suggests making a list of the pros and cons of each idea. "Why do women like making lists?" says Jeremy. Then my Filter Dialogue Filter kicks in and puts the television on Mute and imagines Sorkin writing some of his own lists, like "To Do Today: 1. Quit using lame stand-up material to fill space. 2. Find a better place to hide my stash."
Kim suggests "women's ice hockey," which Jeremy scoffs at, even though the team won the first U.S. Women's Olympic hockey gold medal. Jeremy denigrates the accomplishment by saying that they beat a bunch of Slovakian cocktail waitresses. What's the bug up Jeremy's ass this episode? He suggests Mark McGwire hitting seventy home runs. Kim sneers that it's a little obvious. Jeremy suggests whatever Jeff Gordon did in 1998. I don't follow NASCAR. Kim sneers at that one too. Jeremy suggests Hermann Meier in the '98 Olympics and -- in a surprise move -- Kim sneers! It's pretty obvious she's just pouting because Jeremy didn't like her suggestion.