Josh wanders out of the Oval Office (past Charlie's desk, which I would swear has an Aeron chair behind it…did he always have that?) to find Donna sitting in an armchair waiting for him. She begins, wearily: "I said the names." Josh says he doesn't think it mattered; Hardin can count to fifty-one. She apologizes. He tells her to shake it off: "And don't listen to the naysayers: you got a big future as a stalker." Donna thinks she always had the makings. Frankly, so do I. Josh says, "I just had an interesting moment. I recommended to the President that he buy a yea vote for $115,000 and the Bill of Rights." Then we do the million/thousand thing again. Josh explains the study. Donna: "Is it me, or is this getting harder?" Josh: "It's getting harder." (Snerk.) (Yes, I'm nine.) Josh says he would say they're going to make more enemies this time around, but he's not sure anyone's left on the list. Donna smirks and asks, "You took funding for remote prayer to the President?" Josh laughs and says he did it with gusto. She says that's because he doesn't know the story of Fishhooks McCarthy. Josh would like to know if this is a real person or a Donna person. Donna: "Corrupt politician on the Lower East Side in the '20s. Every morning he stopped at the St. James Church on Oliver Street and said the same prayer: 'O Lord, give me health and strength. We'll steal the rest.'" Hey, my best friend lives on that very same Oliver Street. Josh: "Not that there needs to be, but…was there a point?" Donna: "You've got health and strength. Both of which, coincidentally, I prayed for after hot lead was shot into your body." Josh: "Yeah…'You're going to need some Kryptonite, by the way.'" She tells him to settle down. She reminds him he's got health and strength. Hell, I'd settle for those things. Forget the Cabriolet. Josh: "And we'll steal the rest?" Donna: "Bet your ass." Josh: "All right. Good work tonight." He leaves. Donna smiles. Great scene between the two of them. They play so well together. Isn't this mature conversation better than when they're running around passing notes and acting like they're in ninth grade? Or fourth? Yes, it is. Don't even try to tell me it's not.