The phone rings. It's Toby, calling from what appears to be a restaurant. He starts right in with Will, bringing him up to speed: "Charlie and I got arrested." He sounds more than a little proud of this fact, I might point out. Will responds that he already knows and that he saw it on the news, and Toby takes a moment to digest the fact that "it made the news out there." But Will has his zinger at the ready, assuring Toby, "A Jewish guy won a bar fight. It's news everywhere." All he needs is a Protestant and the Pope, have them walk into the aforementioned bar, and he could take that act right up to the Catskills. But we would miss him terribly. Toby has news Will might not interpret as "good," and here it is: "The President is coming out with his tax plan tomorrow, not Monday." Will's voice registers panic. Toby reminds us of developments last week, laden with a fluoride-drenched metaphor about "the toothpaste" being "out of the tube." All of which is to say that POTUS's public remarks need to be all set by "the end of the day tomorrow." Will snaps his fingers at Winnie, whispering not quietly enough to think Toby won't hear him, "Get 'em back!" Winnie's all, "Who?" I think just as a device to let Will call the interns by another patronizing name because he doesn't respect them and he's a driven jerk and WE GET IT. "The Ronettes," he hisses. "Get 'em back!" Will confirms that "the end of the day tomorrow" is no problem, and Toby promises to call back in an hour. To remind Will that his remarks have to be done by the end of the day tomorrow, minus the hour that will have elapsed.