It's Love Fish feeding time in C.J.'s office when Josh walks in to see if she wants in on the pizza he's going to get. Wow, he's getting it? In his current jerk mode, one might be tempted into assuming he would have sent Donna out for it while she campaigned on his cell phone. "Oh, I'll get it, I want to get some air," C.J. offers. "We need three," says Josh. C.J. catalogs the pizza data and reminds Josh, "Forty-five minutes until Hartsfield's Landing..." "We're working the room," Josh says. Uh, Josh? "We're"? As in Donna doing the work and you bitching at her? Oh, okay, Josh, as long as we understand each other. "It is absurd," Josh continues, "that forty-two people have this much power." C.J. think's it's nice: "I think it's democracy at its purest. They all gather at once..." blah blah blah small-town America democracycakes. "This is the difference between you and me..." says C.J. Josh interrupts: "You're a sap?" C.J. continues, "Those forty-two people are teaching us something about ourselves -- that freedom is the glory of God, that democracy is its birthright, and that our votes matter!" Josh, picking his battles carefully, asks, "You getting this pizza?" Josh may be a jerk, but he understands that pizza is the life's blood of an office working overtime. C.J. picks up the phone receiver. Oh -- she picks up the whole phone along with the receiver. Ah! The base of the phone is glued to the receiver. C.J.'s getting the pizza, but Revenge? It's what's for dinner. "He Krazy Glued my phone!" exclaims C.J. "Charlie Krazy Glued...my...phone. Okay, now we're playing for keeps." C.J. takes off for pizza and probably a side order of wacky hijinx.

With that impeccable West Wing timing, Donna walks in as C.J. leaves. "How'd it go?" asks Josh. Donna relays the latest reason given by the Hartsfield's Landers as to why they are not voting for Bartlet. Josh then yells policy at Donna like it's her fault...blah blah blah Josh is a jerkcakes. Then Josh double-hands Donna this big honking binder of Bartlet for New Hampshire literature and policy notes and sends her off again. Jerk!

As Donna takes off, Leo enters (what timing!) and sounds not unlike Yogi Bear as he asks, "Whaddya doing?"

Josh: Just trying to get a little pizza in an uncivilized world.
Leo: It's not easy being you, is it?
Josh: No. Listen...just so I shouldn't sweat...there's a predetermined time for the carrier groups?
Leo: Half the meeting wants to let them go.
Josh: Half the meeting always wants to let them go.
Leo: They need 400,000 troops on high alert for thinking about holding an election. Four hundred thousand troops and a battery of Patriot missiles for thinking of having an election.
Josh: You're going to turn the carrier groups around, right?
Leo: We'll see how the pizza turns out.