Winnie finds Will in a busy outer office and hands him what they've got so far. Will wants to know, "Where's everyone else?" and he finds out that they asked Winnie to bring it to him. Will asks if they're scared of him, and Winnie deadpans a simple "Yes." Will walks a few steps away, stopping to ask Winnie, "What did Cassie mean when she said, 'Your sister was right about you'?" Oh, sorry. She wasn't a Lauren. She was a Cassie. Meh. Will takes one look at the notes and objects to the words "redistributed tax plan," which he hates. He doesn't like that the notes are all numbers numbers numbers, and Winnie hops in to say that she called him a "hard-ass." She calls him "Willie" to piss him off on purpose and get his attention to offer a little speech that sounds much as follows: "Sputnik crashed down on your head overnight. You were concentrating on one speech and suddenly you're deputy director. And the director's a continent away and the speechwriting staff quit." Will frets, trapped in a attack of not-entirely self-pitying conscience, "Because of me." No, Winnie argues, "because they're idiots. And then the tax plan's out two days early, and you weren't here for the nine months before, so you're cramming it. And you're taking it all out on four defenseless interns who, by the way, think that Sputnik's crashed on their heads, too." What an impassioned recap. But, Sputnik? Is there a more antiquated reference? Why not just say that "the Hindenberg" crashed down? Or one of those propeller airplanes with the giant wings in those early Wright Brothers filmstrips that move just a leeetle too fast? Or...oh, forget it. Anyway, Will relents and says that he'll "make notes" on what Winnie's given him. Will takes a moment to look around the office and walks toward a glass-paned wall. He rests his fingertips gently on said glass, and the unsecured panel tips forward and smashed into a million pieces on the floor. That was such a leftover Sports Night visual gag I can't believe Guillaume himself didn't just walk over from obscurity to point and laugh.
It's Sunday afternoon at the DNC, and FLOTUS offers a speech in which she introduces great women who have helped out the Democratic cause during her husband's first term. Up at the dais, Amy accidentally knocks over a candle and spends several awkward moments putting out a small but distracting fire that lands her the less-than-flattering introduction from FLOTUS, "Amy Gardner, who has had seven jobs in three years." FLOTUS ends the speech graciously and even manages to tack on a Seaborn plug over the applause, and we cut to Amy and FLOTUS outside, Amy apologizing profusely. FLOTUS doesn't seem much to care, asking in a seeming non sequitur, "How did you live with Josh Lyman?" FLOTUS is still mad. Amy asks what she's talking about, exactly, so FLOTUS expands on the story we've already seen develop. Amy tells her that they never technically lived together. FLOTUS asks whether Amy wanted to "kill him" when he made condescending statements such as the ones he made to FLOTUS in his office just the other day, and Amy levels with FLOTUS that "my problem was that I wanted to jump him when he said things like that." FLOTUS listens to her for what is apparently the first time in this conversation, asking, "Where did you get your mouth?" Amy's got the answer at the ready: "Brown, and then Yale Law School." Ladies and gentlemen, the first joke about strong women and the schools they attended that doesn't involve a punchline including the word "Vassar." So, thanks for that. But thank you mostly for making fun of Yale.