After the commercial break, it's Thursday, and Sam's back doing the Summit Foxtrot with Nikolai and George. Nikolai says, "The Baltic herring industry was subject of recent trade agreement between Russians and Finns. However, we'll take off menu." Sam asks why. Nikolai explains, "We have to. Mrs. Bartlet likes shrimp." Sam thinks that's the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard, and suggests that they put whatever they want on the menu. How about some hot pumpkin soup with a cheese gnocchi and a chèvre brioche? Or better, yet, pheasant and morel consommé, miniature ravioli of foie gras and smoked goose confit, a little Canary melon sorbet as a palate cleanser. All served on the finest Lenox china, of course. Sam requests that the press pool be allowed to take photographs at the Arctic Peoples exhibit. George and Nikolai are fine with that. Sam says that's that, but George says they have one more thing. It has to do with the language in the joint statement. Sam says he can't negotiate that; Nikolai says it's just a suggestion. Sam reminds them that the language has already been worked out by State, Commerce, and Defense. He keeps going on, but Nikolai asks him just to hear their suggestion. Sam agrees, and Nikolai flips open his file folder. He clears his throat and reads, "Both President Chigorin and myself agree that we must enter twenty-first century as partners and friends, not as adversaries. We must lead way in stemming tide of nuclear proliferation and we must start with ourselves. For why should two nations still possess power to destroy each other ten times over? Surely, once is enough." Sam: "Whose idea was this?" Nikolai: "Mine." Sam: "Who wrote it?" Nikolai: "I did." Sam ain't buying it. Nikolai stands, hands him the folder, and asks, "You'll, uh...pass it up?" Sam says he will. Nikolai says, "That's good one, yes?" Sam replies, "Yes. Thank you."