Once again, a phone rings next to a hotel bed. This time it's Vinick who answers. He's clearly staying at a nicer class of hotel, and it even seems as though his wakeup call might be coming from a real live human being. As he sits up, the subtitles tell us it's "Wednesday, 5:46 AM." Wait, what's going on? I'm so confused...oh, they did it again! Boy, they really got me that time. Vinick also turns on CNN and hears the news about the Turkish woman. We don't get to see much of Vinick's morning routine. If there are any pervs out there who want to know what Vinick wears to bed, I don't want to know. Even I have some limits, people.
Cut to a bustling campaign office. This may be a better hotel, but it seems to have the same crappy blue lighting as the other one. A familiar voice is going over the schedule with Vinick. Hey, it's Patricia Richardson, a.k.a. Jill, the mom from Home Improvement. As she continues to go over the schedule and Vinick asks questions about it, I hear another familiar voice. Woohoo! It's Stephen Root, a.k.a. Jimmy James, Macho Business Donkey Wrestler, a.k.a. the guy with the stapler from Office Space. We love him. Jill gets to the part of the schedule that includes the Corn Growers Association, and she and Mr. James get quiet. Vinick looks up from the newspaper he's reading and asks, "It suddenly get quiet in here?" Yeah, I think I just said that. Try to pay attention, Senator. Jill tries to change the topic by asking someone if the new direct mail piece is ready. She goes on to ask Vinick whether there's some way to criticize Bartlet (who?) on the Turkey thing. Vinick doesn't see how, since the President simultaneously criticized the decision and affirmed his commitment to regional autonomy. Mr. James thinks it would be good to find a way to issue a statement, since it would remind voters of Vinick's foreign policy experience: "It might get their minds off ethanol and abortion." Vinick thinks there's little chance of that: "Bringing them with me to a DMZ wouldn't get their minds off ethanol and abortion." Maybe if he brought them to the DMV.
Jill dismisses everyone from the meeting. I have to ask, if these are meetings of campaign staff to go over some details for the day, why is it that virtually everyone in the room is either talking on the phone or typing on a laptop? And why are they all simultaneously able to finish those things when someone tells them the meeting is over? Anyway, Jill walks over to Vinick and tells him that they got the latest financials, and that he's up six million. Mr. James just think that now they need to find two people who will vote for Vinick. As Mr. James walks toward him, Vinick points to his sweater and tells him that he's covered with crumbs. Jimmy James just brushes the crumbs off his sweater, upsetting Vinick even more: "Now if I want a snack, I just have to reach down into the carpet." (By the way, Vinick calls Mr. James "Bob." But he'll always be Jimmy James to me.) Mr. James tells Vinick that his poll numbers are at 5%, which is up just half a point from the last poll, and all of this after spending $2 million in Iowa. Mr. James tells Vinick that he's going to have to take the ethanol pledge, and Vinick tells him that he won't do it. Mr. James tries to enlist Jill's help: "[Jill], tell him." Vinick earns my undying affection when he immediately tells Mr. James, "Stop it. She's been doing all her own talking since she turned thirty-five." Jill tells them that they can discuss it in the car.