In the hall, Leo asks what C.J. is doing. C.J.: "'Don't let him back in the building?'" Leo says they have to consider all angles. C.J. says that POTUS said he's not sending him back. Can she really still be this naïve? Frink: "I'm surprised she has any ideals left at all." Leo: "My job is to present him with options. Your job, at the moment, is to butt out." She replies, "We've certainly come a long way from 'Give me your tired, your poor.' If we don't allow this defection, if we blithely exploit this young man's ignorance, then I don't know who we are anymore." She takes off in a huff. Leo looks like he vaguely remembers a time when that would have bothered him.

Will's in his office working when Toby drops by to tell him that the speech about Russell needs to go on the TelePrompter by 2:00 PM. Will says he has altitude sickness. He explains that the President wants more "altitude," but that Will is having conscience issues. Toby: "I'm sure you've had to say things you haven't meant before...read friends' poetry, had...girlfriends." He says the last part as if he's not entirely sure Will's ever had a girlfriend, but it's more likely just Toby's discomfort with sticking his nose into colleagues' personal lives. Will says he could use some help. Toby sighs: "Just hold your nose and hype him." Will says that POTUS hated the draft: "My self-confidence is down around my ankles." Toby, exasperated: "Well, hitch it up and start typing! Come on! Clackety-clack." He makes typing gestures with his fingers. For some reason, I find this amusing. I could be desperate, though. Will is disappointed to realize that Toby's not going to help. Toby says he has things to do.