He walks up to her as she's speaking to Carol and says, "Excuse me, I believe you put a goat in my office, and I just want you to know that I stand here with full humour and total focus." C.J. started walking toward him when he approached her, so now he's backing up down the hallway as she keeps coming at him. "You can fill my office with bicycles, you can cover the windows with 'Seaborn for Congress' posters, you can bring in 101 Dalmatians. I'm focused on what I'm doing." They stop moving and C.J. asks, "Who are you?" He says he's Will Bailey. She introduces herself and shakes his hand. She starts walking, saying she didn't put the goat in his office and that it must have been someone else. She says she put it in the office being used by a new guy Toby and Josh were trying to give a hard time. She stops, "Oh, wait!" Will asks if she understands that he's working on the Inaugural Address. C.J. "How's that going?" Will semi-shouts: "There's bicycles and goats in my office!" Will collects himself and asks, "All right. Any care and feeding I should know about?" C.J. says the goat has a handler, and says she'll get it out of his office. Will insists on taking his hazing "like the Eton valedictorian that [he is]." He asks for the name of the handler. C.J. tells him. He asks, "The goat has a name?" C.J.: "Ron." Will thanks her and leaves. C.J. smiles. He's certainly being a sport about all this.
Donna buttonholes Ellen in the Republican cloakroom: "Where do you learn to run out the clock like that?" Ellen sighs and says Hardin's voting her conscience. Yeah, whatever. Donna says Hardin understands foreign aid: "I've heard her talk about it. She's supposed to do what's right." Ellen argues she's supposed to do what the people think is right. Donna makes a last-ditch attempt, asking Ellen to take the cell phone and walk it to Hardin on the floor: "That's all you have to do." While Ellen wrestles with her own mighty conscience, finally taking the phone, they hear a voice on the PA system announce that time has expired and the yeas and nays have been ordered. Ellen: "Win some, you lose some." Donna gives her a weary smile and says, "Can I tell you something? Josh has asked me to work Saturdays, work Sundays, and at least once a week he has me there after 1:00 AM. He's asked me to transpose portions of the federal budget into base 8, go to North Dakota and dress as an East German cocktail waitress. In five years of working for him, he's never asked me to hide him from something." Take that, pipsqueak. She asks for his phone back. She takes it and leaves. I think I speak for almost everyone when I say we'd like the details of this cocktail waitress thing.