Inside, Griffith's office is practically the size of the Oval Office. She asks Josh how he's been feeling; he says he's fine. She asks if they've been checking his blood pressure weekly; he tells her it's 130/87. She says that's a little high, and asks about his right leg and arm. He says there's a little stiffness. She states that the guys at GW did a fantastic job: "It's a beautiful scar." Josh, slightly puzzled, asks, "When have you seen my scar?" She says, "At the hospital." Josh says that he doesn't remember. She casually informs him, "You were unconscious. How's your back?" Josh: "There's some pain." Dr. Griffith: "It's in your head." Josh: "Along with all manner of things." She says, "Well, you know, Josh, just because the white supremacists didn't kill you doesn't mean that crap you eat isn't going to." Josh: "I eat fine." She replies, "You eat like you're still in college." Josh, mildly defensive: "I was in great shape in college." She states, "You were nineteen in college. You could eat Tupperware™ and your system would deal with it." I give Frink an "I-told-you-so" kind of look, since we periodically have this argument about the various ways in which he can or cannot get away with abusing his body. He pretends to ignore me. I'm liking the Surgeon General more and more every minute. Josh has had enough chitchat about his health and habits and cuts to the chase: "Millicent, what were you thinking about?" She responds,. "I was asked a question, Josh." He says, "I understand, but your answers..." Dr. Griffith: "My answers were correct! Is anyone challenging me on the facts?" Josh admits that no one is...yet. She asserts, "Well, they won't! As a doctor, I have an obligation to tell the truth. Come to think of it, as a person I have that obligation, as well." Josh says, "The truth is different if you're a GP or a member of the Stanford Faculty Club than if you're the country's chief medical practitioner." It is? The good doctor replies, "Well, no, I think truth is pretty much truth across the board, never more so than if you're the country's chief medical practitioner." Josh asks whether she knows that 69% of Americans oppose legalization, and only 23% support it. She states that the number gets a lot higher (wee pun there) if you ask people under thirty. Josh: "Well, that's a shock. Did you know the number gets even higher than that if you limit the polling sample to Bob Marley and the Wailers?" Hee! She's laughing on the inside, the way Toby would. She replies, "I mention that particular age group because an awful lot of them seem to be in prison." Josh asks, "Is that what this is about?" She says it isn't. Josh starts lecturing her that the criminal justice system is nowhere near her jurisdiction; she points out she wasn't commenting on the criminal justice system, but on medicine. Josh says he's had three conversations with Leo McGarry in the last twelve hours. He starts to explain the reason he's come to see her, but she interrupts: "Josh, I'm not a politician, but it's not like I haven't lived here for the past two years." Josh says, "C.J.'s up there right now giving you our support. I'm sorry, but we need you to resign." She doesn't hesitate for long before saying, "No." Josh: "Dr. Griffith, I say this with all possible respect, but: you serve at the pleasure of the President." She stands up and calmly declares, "And I will continue to right up until the moment he fires me." Josh looks like he wasn't bargaining for this. He takes it in stride, though, and says, "Okay." He pauses and then says, "Thank you, ma'am." He walks toward the door. She reaches for something on her desk and says, "Josh?" He turns and she says, "See the doctor, get a lollipop." She tosses him one and he catches it. As Josh passes the monitor again on his way out, C.J. is telling reporters, "And the fact that the President disagrees with her doesn't mean he's going to fire her. The Surgeon General's an executive appointee and the President stands by his staff." "Excellent," Josh mutters to himself.