Anyway, Abby and I are on the same page: "Jed got censured and that came with no tangible penalty, and it was a banner headline, he's having a slow nervous breakdown." C.J. says that was different. Abby: "Why?" C.J.: "'Cause it is and you know it." Translation: Because Jed's a man. Abby: "Okay, I'm First Lady again." C.J. says okay. Amy: "You are First Lady, Abby, and it's not like it's been a detour from health care." Abby: "No." Amy: "What, you've expanded Medicare to cover mammograms, cancer clinical trials, that's money that could have gone into Viagra. You were the one who said 'no dice' to cutting infant nutrition programs, nursing-home standards..." C.J.: "There's plenty of stuff left..." Amy: "Childhood immunizations, juvenile diabetes..." Abby, almost tearful, says, "That's not the point." Amy: "What is the point?" Abby: "I'm a doctor." Donna, who clearly knew what she was talking about when she said she shouldn't drink, blurts, "Oh, Mrs. Bartlet, for crying out loud, you were also a doctor when your husband said 'give me the drugs and don't tell anybody' and you said 'okay.'" Abby looks at her, stunned. Everyone's silent. Donna looks horrified, glances at C.J., and says, "Oh, my God. You switched back to First Lady." Abby says it's all right. Donna: "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Bartlet." Amy says, "He took the censure standing up, Abby. I was very proud to have voted for him that day." Abby: "Me, too." Donna looks like she's really hoping that dot-com job is still open. Abby gets up and suggests they go back to the party. They all swish (or stagger) out.

The camera drifts down from the circular window in the room above the portico to the portico itself, where Charlie and Jed are rehearsing the toast. Charlie tells Jed that time's running short. Jed claims that's when the juices get flowing. Jed suggests telling the story of the ditch digger, which is basically a rehash of a Bill & Hillary story: "Abby and I are walking along and we see a ditch digger. And I said, 'Aren't you glad you married me? You could have married a ditch digger.' And she said, 'Jed, if I'd married him, he'd be President.'" Charlie's not so sure; Jed wants to know why. Charlie: "'Cause it seems like a story about how cool you are." Jed says it is. Seems more like a story about how ambitious/pushy Abby is, but whatever. Charlie asks, "Do you love her?" Jed: "Very deeply." Charlie says that'll work fine. Jed says it won't: "In my house, anyone who uses one word when they could have used ten just isn't trying hard. Let's keep at it." Charlie glances slyly at his watch.