C.J. wanders around the terrace talking to Toby. She claims that, as she walked out, one of her rejects booed her. She mentions that she promoted Simon Glaser. She promoted from within. Toby gets on to the business at hand, which is that it looks like it may take a few days to re-establish communication with Galileo. C.J. says, "Days? Oh, God!" Toby thinks she's worried about Galileo but actually, the problem is that she's just spotted Tad Whitney, another one of her rejects. Toby says, "You interviewed Tad?" Let me just say right here that I hate the name Tad. No offense to you Tads out there, but I just can't stand the name. As it turns out, this guy isn't going to do anything to redeem the name for me, either. She says that he's got her in his tractor beams and is walking right over. Toby quickly says, "Goodbye." C.J.: "I'm not very good at confrontation." Toby: "You have no problem with me." C.J. asks, "This time of year, is the water in the Potomac very, very cold?" Toby tells her if she rubs chicken fat all over herself it'll help to insulate her. She begs him not to hang up so that she can seem to be busy on the phone. Naturally, Toby hangs up. C.J. fakes a conversation for a little while longer while she gathers her nerve. He's a smug-looking bastard. ["He's Stratford-minted Canadian actor Colm Feore, who went to high school right across the street from my parents' old house in St. Catharines!" -- Wing Chun] Right away I don't care for him. I will soon find out how right my instincts are. He mentions that he didn't get the position. She acknowledges this. He indicates that he's very qualified and that a lot of people at State thought he was a lock. I think you might have misheard the word "lock," buddy. Tad keeps fishing around for reasons why he didn't get the job: "And it wasn't because I'm a man..." C.J.'s puzzled: "Well, no, Simon Glaser's a man." Tad says, "I suppose. And it wasn't because I stopped seeing you." Ugh, C.J. dated this dirtbag? C.J.'s truly puzzled and incredulous, and insists that it had nothing to do with their history, which she describes as "six weeks, five years ago." Um, please tell me the precision of your memory has nothing to do with still carrying a torch for this mutt. Tad thinks that she might want an explanation of why he stopped seeing her; C.J. seems like she couldn't care less about knowing why this jerkwad stopped seeing her. She's very gracious in the face of this nonsense.
Tad: Believe me, it's not because you were bad in bed or anything like that.