Jeffrey talks. And the more Jeffrey talks, the closer Cary comes to crying. Not from sadness, but from built-up tension and from rage and from being ashamed that even after all this time, that motherfucker can still get in. Safe harbor's where they get you.
"You know Senator Byers of Illinois? I have a chance to work as her press secretary, but I need someone to put in a good word with her. Now, I know that her best friend is Diane Lockhart at your firm, and I was hoping that you might ask her to put in a good word... Senator Byers depends a lot on personal recommendations. And I could talk to Martinez for you, if that would be helpful...?"
Alicia, loopy: "Do what?"
Peter: "Yeah, shaped like Brazil."
Alicia, giggling: "What am I supposed to say about it?"
Peter: "I don't really know."
Alicia: "I mean, No."
Peter: "Yeah, but like with some outrage."
Alicia, verbatim: "Yeah, I don't do outrage well these days. How about laughter?"
Alicia: "Oh hey, a horrible plan. Do you need somebody to replace Cary over there?"
Peter: "Eventually, like maybe sometime after everybody in Chicago stops finding things to say about my dick."
Alicia: "You're still into gorgeous leggy brunettes, right?"
Peter: "I mean, I guess so."
There's a lovely moment, sort of obligatory in this new configuration, where Alicia vibes at Cary until he turns around, so she can be sad with him. It's great.
(But Also Alternately: "So yeah, I guess I should apologize for shoving your entire face into the bear trap that is your awful father. Guess I should just keep my stupid mouth shut next time, huh?")
Kalinda: "You both look like hell in here. Guess what, it gets worse. I made some calls -- just grateful to not be doing Eli work, really -- and while Commissioner #3 cancelled you guys, he's still meeting with the PTC."
Alicia: "That little shit Punch Sutton? What would even be the point?"
Cary: "Let's just blame our assistant, say we didn't get the message, and crash their little censorship party. You know Dodd's got nothing going on."
(Airplane sound effect.)
COMMISSIONER #3 (PREP)
Dodd: "I promise, Cary. Smell my perfume, it's called 'Accommodation.'"
Cary: "Smells good. Oh hey, my horrible father. See you in there."