C.J.: "Men are like salmon. Swimming upstream and hosing down the riverbed with their indiscriminate seed." She's with Danny at the restaurant from the opening scene. The restaurant is much more crowded than it was. C.J. continues her simile, claiming that men who are like salmon go on seeding the world "until they die, bloated and spent, belly up in the sun." Danny: "Quit sweet-talkin' me, baby." Danny thinks C.J. is "struggling with trust issues." She responds, "I'm struggling with reality." They have the same waitress from the opening scene, and she approaches them and asks C.J., "What's your dessert policy?" My policy is that dessert should be free and plentiful. C.J. doesn't know what she's talking about, and the waitress asks, "You want me to spare you the monologue?" C.J. tells her she'd really love that. Waitress: "I figured. I'll get you some more water. Oh gee, I'm sorry, I'll shut up and leave now." That shit just did not make sense to me. C.J.'s behavior in the opening scene was unusual, but she was also smiling and polite. It makes no sense that this waitress would develop such a hate for her. C.J. apologizes to Danny for being so uptight at their last date. He tries to deflect the apology, but she continues: "I wanted to see you. And I haven't felt that in a long time and I got all awkward and antagonistic." He tells her it's fine, "so long as you didn't kill our fish." And then, sweet-talker that she is, she tells him, "But don't get me wrong. I don't want to see you again until after the inauguration." She wants to be able to focus on the job, and he thinks that's a great thing, so long as she gets some good things done. He asks, "Are you still creeped out by reporters?" She asks if he's about to drop another piece of news on her, and he tells her that he really was trying to have a date with her the last time, and wants to have a real date with her this time. Of the Doug story, he tells her, "I can't write that kind of crap anymore. I don't even know if I want to be a reporter anymore." He tells her, "Doug Westin's libido broke the camel's back." So his "libido" is the size of a straw, then? I might have known. She asks what he wants to do, and he doesn't know. He asks her why she came that night. She tells him, "Because you made me promise to." He asks her again, "Why'd you come." C.J.: "I wanted to see you." Swoon.