Close-up on C.J.'s lips. She's applying some lipstick. We can hear some newsguy droning on in the background, and then her beeper goes off. She picks it up, looks at the screen, and says, "Oh my God." And then she scrolls further through the message and shouts out, "Are you kidding me?"
C.J. enters the White House. Margaret meets her just inside the entrance and wishes her a good morning. Margaret chatters on about how much she loves the weather when there's a little nip in the air. C.J. wants to get down to business, and asks if Margaret has the full text of "this blog thing." Oh Lord, not another blog. Aren't there still any nutjob journalists working for newspapers or radio anymore? In any case, C.J. asks Margaret to read the blog: "What team does she play on? Washington abuzz with fresh allegations that a certain former Bartlet Administration press secretary may have more than a passing interest in pursuing what many have described as a 'radical homosexual agenda.' And it goes on." C.J.: "To say what?" Margaret: "That you played sports at Berkley and that you were the first girl in Ohio Prep history ever to dunk a basketball." But Margaret reassures C.J. that there's not much else in the report. What, nothing about that little fling during C.J.'s sophomore year in college? Come on, you know it happened. Oh, and if the basketball thing were true, it would make Toby's little lecture about how to pass a basketball more than a little presumptuous, wouldn't it? As they continue walking, C.J. asks Margaret whether "Tommy" called. Margaret channels James Taylor when she says, "Tommy? Burly Tommy Keller with the mop on top? Two dinners at the Oval Room last week, and the reason I'm wearing this necklace today, who's picking you up at 7 tonight?" C.J.: "He call?" Margaret: "No." They've arrived outside C.J.'s office, and Margaret tells C.J. that everyone is inside waiting for her.