Josh walks over to where Amy's sitting, and tosses Abby's list in front of her. Amy says, "Hey, it's a list of women. She got right on it." Josh: "Yes, she did." Amy: "Do you love me?" Josh: "You went over my head and you did it behind my back." Amy glances at his nether regions, or possibly the floor, and says, "Quite the contortionist am I." Somebody's been hanging out at Ainsley's Academy of Atypical Syntax. Josh complains, "What kind of position is Abby Bartlet in to know anything..." Just then Abby walks up: "Amy!" Josh stands up; Amy doesn't. Not sure about the protocol of this; I would expect they should both stand, but there's probably some anachronistic rule about men having to stand for FLOTUS but women not being required to do so. I'll get right on researching that. Or maybe Amy's simply as arrogant as Dr. Jenna. Amy responds, staring at Josh, "Yes, ma'am?" Abby announces, "C.J. and I are going to get drunk. Come on." Amy: "Yes, ma'am." She gets up, grabbing her glass and a bottle and Josh says, "You're going?" Amy: "The First Lady just asked me to get boozy with her. You don't think I want to write a book one day?" I just bet you do. Josh's pager goes off. C.J. collects glasses and bottles behind Amy, and the two of them trot off.