Previously on White House of Horrors: Josh threw Donna the bone of a trip to the Middle East with Fitz to make up for not taking her to Belgium to discuss the minor matter of 17,000 jobs going down the disposal like so many potato peels. Too-Tall McNally introduced Jed to Kate Harper, his new Deputy National Security Advisor, who seemed sadly lacking in rudimentary social skills for a person whose field could even be considered tangentially related to the word "diplomacy." The once-dignified Dr. Abby Bartlet became a Muppetiatrist.
"No Exit," says the title card, as the muffled sound of spinning and a plaintive "Mon dieu!" are heard from a grave somewhere in France. Then we are high above D.C. at night, looking down on the lights and sirens of the presidential motorcade. We hear Debbie laughing from inside the car. When we make it inside the limo (not in the Kevin Costner/Sean Young sense, of course), a tuxedoed Jed -- sitting in a rather cramped position next to the also decked-out Debbie and Leo -- points out that "even the Latin line got a laugh." Debbie insists that she's still laughing, in fact. Maybe he told another uproarious knee-slapper about economic theory. I know a few of those. My favorite is about how unfair the tax system is to married people with kids who own houses. Jed exposits semi-delicately that they have just come from the Correspondents' Dinner. Jed remembers bombing at the first one of these at which he ever appeared, and Leo affirms that things went much better tonight. "I killed," says Jed. Uh huh. "They laughed till they cried," he continues. "They're still crying," he adds, pointedly watching Debbie dab at her face with a tissue. She assures him that she isn't helpless with laughter so much as she is overcome by allergies. "But for an Anglo-Saxon, you were darn funny," she says. Because, you know, humor's all ethnic.
The motorcade pulls up in front of the White House, and the three limo occupants pile out and head inside, Debbie still working her box of tissues. Leo reminds Jed that they still need to do a phone call with the Japanese defense minister, and Jed suggests they do it upstairs, because he needs to check in with Charlie. Before they head up, Jed prevails upon one Agent Broder of the Secret Service for a cigarette, which Broder gamely produces. We are shown a close-up of the pack being extended to Jed, and of him removing the cigarette. Jed asks if Broder even smokes, and he confirms that he quit a year ago. "That's what I call will power," Jed says as he and Leo walk away. "That's what I call 'enabler,'" Leo answers warily. Yeah. It does have a hint of irony, the whole "I would literally get myself intentionally shot to keep you from dying; hey, have a smoke" thing.