They're in the diner with the coffee bean caucus. Mr. James inspects the jars -- the only two Republican names I can make out are Vinick and Walken. Vinick's jar actually has a fair number of beans in it -- certainly a hell of a lot more than Santos. Vinick is addressing the crowd, talking about economic issues. Someone asks him if free trade shouldn't also be fair trade: "Can we really compete with people earning a dollar a day?" Vinick asks, "Do we really want workers in Malaysia to be earning our minimum wage? I mean, do you have any idea what real estate costs in Kuala Lumpur?" Oh, Arnie -- I was just starting to like you, and you have to remind me that underneath it all, you're a Republican. While Vinick speaks, Jill gets a phone call and sees news about the Baton Rouge chemical fire on a television.
They depart the diner, and Vinick is talking about ethanol again: "Blah blah blah." At the end of his rant, he nods to Jill and asks her what he would have to say. She gives him the line about what was good for California versus what's good for the nation, and he gives her a look. She asks him what he expected, and he proposes a line of his own: "As Senator, I pandered to Californians, but as President, I plan to pander to every special interest who can help get me elected." He asks her if Jimmy James already has a speech drafted, but then tells her that he doesn't especially want to read it. He tells her, "If Iowa weren't first, if it were third, do you know what it would be? The South Dakota primary." And just when I'm disliking him, he wins me back with the proper use of the subjunctive.