Roosevelt Room. Flashcard time, kiddies: This time we're meeting with the Democratic Leadership. Big words! Sound them out: Dem-o-cra-tic. Lea-der-ship. Who the hell thought we needed these title cards to spell this out for us? If they think we're that dumb, why not make them all wear black and white cowboy hats or something? Hey, it's that guy I thought looked like the ex-husband from Grace Under Fire; that is, in fact, who it is: Geoffrey Pierson. Tripplehorn! That's the guy's name. I do bear a brain. Turns out the Democrats don't want Berryhill either: too aloof, too dictatorial, not enough of a team player. Josh thinks Haffley's list is amateur hour, but Tripplehorn thinks there are some decent names on that list. The woman beside Tripplehorn -- somebody named Fields -- says that if the White House insists on Berryhill, the Democrats will go to the mat: "But it'll only prove how impotent you've made us." Toby asks, "How's that?" She says that they knighted Haffley when they moved Walken out: "Haffley's not bluffing. Haffley doesn't bluff." Josh says they should fight for Berryhill; they only need four votes. Fields says they won't get them.

Senator Adair is in the Oval Office, boring Jed with an especially tedious yarn about Jefferson and Adams...told in a very slow and monotonous and repetitive way. Do you know how boring you have to be to lose POTUS? Especially when you're telling him one of his own favourite stories? Jed sneaks a look at his watch. As Adair's about to launch another sentence, he suddenly gets up and walks out, saying he's sorry and he'll be back in a second. Outside, he lambastes Debbie: "You were supposed to interrupt after five minutes." She tells him it's only been three. He heads back to the Oval, saying, "Tell Leo I can't take any more of this." She says there are only a couple more. He sighs as he opens the door.