We're on a beach in California (now we're in Bachelorette territory, people), a large group of press flanking Sam "Sells Sea Shells By The" Seaborn and Toby on both sides. Toby explains to Sam, "When they ask you why you're here today, you say it's because Orange County's beachfronts are a national treasure." He suggests the same answer be given for the rise in the consumer price index and the Democratic tax plan. Sam worries that such a one-note performance could make him sound a bit like "an idiot," and Toby tells him that this footage is only going to be used for b-roll anyway and not to worry about his actual words. Toby yells to the press that Sam will take some questions now, and at the first question posed -- "Mr. Seaborn, what are we doing here today?" -- Sam launches in without hesitation: "Orange County's beachfronts are a national treasure." Professor Higgins strides away from his well-trained Doolittle and walks closer to the water where he's met by a radiant C.J. I love her in sunglasses. I love her with windswept hair. I love her all the time. She tells Toby twice, "He looks youthful and energetic," asking in complete seriousness, "Do we have anything he can jump over?" A thousand "How Rob Lowe could climb a ladder and get over himself" jokes are weighed and discarded. Toby and C.J. discuss the fact that neither of them knows what's going on at the White House, and C.J. pauses to ask him, "You've never been on a beach in your life, have you?" Toby answers a "no" that tries not to sound forlorn.