Toby and Andi are at a restaurant. He reads his proposed statement: "'My ex-husband, Toby Ziegler, and I are expecting twins in May. We thank you for your good wishes and ask for privacy while we consider reconciliation.' Two sentences." Andi says, "Actually, that's good." Toby agrees, obviously. She says it's harmless. Again, no argument from Papa. Andi says she'll issue that statement, and that will be that. Toby gazes her and says, "Thank you." She hesitates and then says gently, "Toby, wake up! Wake up! Time to go to school!" Toby slaps the table and asks with exasperation, "Oh, what is the problem?" She questions his raising his voice to a pregnant woman. He really didn't. He says as much. She says it was in his inflection. Toby: "Was it?" Andi: "It is not a matter of national security that the public know. I do not waive my Fourteenth Amendment rights." Toby says that Amendment protects her from state action and not the media: "Who, by the way, have their own Amendment." Andi: "There are two dozen members of Congress over the age of eighty, they work on Tuesdays, and no one tonight is questioning their job performance." Toby: "First of all, three of those guys are outstanding Congressmen." And Andi's not? Way to keep putting your foot in it, dude. For a writer, you're pretty careless with words with your wife. Ex-wife, whatever. And: only three out of twenty-four? Yikes. Toby continues, "Second of all, their constituents knew they were eighty when they voted for them." Andi: "You think I wouldn't have been elected if the Maryland 5th knew I was pregnant?" Toby says they're not the ones who are going to throw the picnic. She knows. Toby: "Then what's the problem?" Andi: "I can't stand the ones who are. You know I'm going to get sued. I mean, you know it. The Citizens' League for a Rooty-Tooty Freedom Liberty. They'll work out of a strip mall in Sarasota but they'll be curiously well-funded."