Jed: "Now it's a party." Abby tries to rise to Marbury's level of enthusiasm, raising her hand and saying, "Yes, Your Lordship!" Marbury slithers over to her and proclaims, "Your breasts are magnificent!" And no, this isn't one of those things where I dream up some dialogue, and then tell you I'm kidding. He really said that. He kisses her on both cheeks and she's all, "Oh, um, thank you, John." And really, what else can she say? I'm sure that's what Miss Manners would have advised, in this specific situation. I'm wondering what Amy thinks of this comment. Marbury slips his arm around her waist, no doubt groping her ass under all that damn fabric, and says to Jed, "May I inquire, Mr. President, the first thing that attracted you to Abigail, was it her magnificent breasts?" Yes, really. John and Abby pose for a picture as she says, "It was." Oh, don't encourage the drunken boor, for God's sake. Jed, evenly: "You know, John, there are places in the world where it might be considered rude to talk about the physical attributes of another man's wife." Because she's Jed's property, see? Not because it might be insulting or offensive in and of itself to the woman in question. So all you unmarried broads are on your own. Marbury: "My God! Really?" And I'd like to be able to tell you that this is the last we'll be hearing about anyone's great tracts of land, but sadly, it's not the case. Marbury grabs a couple of glasses of champagne, gives one to Abby, and keeps the other for himself, ignoring Jed's expectant, outstretched hand, and declares, "I bring you warm wishes from Her Royal Majesty!" She sent you? Geez, wasn't Howard Stern available? Marbury says, "Would that I could deliver the same wishes for you, Mr. President." Jed wonders what he's done now. Marbury insists, "Brendan McGann cannot visit the White House." Man, he's been on screen all of ninety seconds and he's already way over his quota of italics. Don't make me type an extra seven keystrokes every six words, buddy. I don't care if you are the reincarnation of Henry the Eighth. Jed acknowledges that they knew there would be a "thing" about this, but points out that it doesn't have to be tonight. Marbury agrees, and says he'll take it up with Gerald. Abby wonders who Gerald is. Jed indicates he thinks Marbury means Leo. Marbury asks if there's a new Chief of Staff. Jed says no. "Well then, Gerald it is!" About to take his leave, but not without chewing up what's left of the scenery, Marbury tells Abby to enjoy her birthday gala, and then growls, "I shall await a dance!" Abby says she won't make his Lordship wait long. He pronounces, "Excellent," as he leches away. Jed and Abby walk offscreen, Jed saying, "So far, so good." You think?