C.J. -- in a sunporch that is to die for -- is preparing Zoey, while Abby listens. C.J. tells Zoey, "Diane likes to keep things warm, casual, but she'll try to zing you with some indirect attribution like 'People say,' or "There's a rumour that....'" Abby tells Zoey that in that case, she should call those sources "tweaky little ill-informed chicken-ass wannabes." No, Abby just says, "For example?" C.J.: "'There's a rumour that you're seeing a therapist.'" Abby quickly tells Zoey that she doesn't have to answer that. C.J. tells Zoey that if she doesn't answer, Diane will "just wait, like an infinitely forgiving, infinitely compassionate cross between the Virgin Mary and a schnauzer." Abby says it's nobody's business. Zoey tells her mother that she wants to answer the question: "'Yes, I'm seeing a therapist.'" Zoey elaborates that she had lots of support from friends and family, but that she couldn't deal with it on her own, so she needed help: "I've gotten some, and it's...you know...been good." C.J. supplies: "The help's helped." Zoey says she'll use that. Yeah, that's one snappy soundbite. C.J. moves on to the drug question as Abby looks pained and glances off at the other end of the porch.
Josh watches a bunch of suits march out, and ambles over to the Roosevelt Room to ask what's going on. Leo tells Josh that they had a bit of a breakdown. He's informed that the Republicans have decided that the cap-gains tax cut is non-negotiable, and that they want to make it even bigger. Angela tells Josh that they're going to have to have a Continuing Resolution until after Christmas. Josh: "You gotta be kidding. You let it drag on that long, they'll try to de-fund the yule log." Angela: "It gets better: they're not willing to continue funding at the current level. They want a 1\% cut on everything but defense and Homeland Security." Josh: "How could this happen?" Leo cautions him, but Josh insists, "No, Leo, how is this acceptable? Haffley's not the Prime Minister. You take this to the President, you know what he'll say?" Leo: "He'll say yes." Josh: "How can you say that?" Leo: "To keep the lights on! To make sure a couple of million government employees keep getting paid. It's two more months." Josh: "This isn't governing. It's duck-and-cover." Leo: "He'll say that, too." Leo leaves, and then Angela gets up to put on her jacket. Josh says, "At least be...." Angela snaps: "What?" Josh: "I don't know...embarrassed." Donna says, "It wasn't her." Oh God. Please don't tell me Donna said something to screw things up. Josh asks, "What?" Donna says, "You know the hand she was dealt." Josh: "You saying it was me?" Donna replies, "No, I'm saying we may have won in a landslide, but we didn't take Congress with us. And now it looks like we're not taking the country with us, and the other guys know it." Josh looks pissed. And betrayed. Donna says she has to get back to work. She leaves, and Josh is silent for a moment before sneering, "It's nice when you make new friends." Oh, good. Passive-aggressive Josh, my favourite flavour. Angela says, "You know, all this time she's been fighting for you -- for you and your plan to send everyone to college." Josh says it's not a bad plan. Angela says that the Republicans didn't think so either: "I even think they wanted to go along with it. Run ads [that] they voted for it. But we'd have had to squeeze Medicaid, the EITC. Poor people paying for college kids and Wall Street? I don't think Jed Bartlet would sign off on that!" Josh has already walked out of the room, and Sam isn't around to remind her to call him "President Bartlet." Now she's talking to herself: "I got you 'til Christmas."