Donna complains, "What am I, chattel?" This is news to you, Donna? Josh says he authorized the request from Angela's office for budget documents. Donna's surprised, and mentions that they also asked for her along with the files: "A living index, if you will, for Angela Blake." Josh wearily says that they can call her "Angela" now. Donna: "You authorized that, too?" Josh: "Sure." Donna looks vaguely hurt. Man, Josh, next you'll tell her there's no tooth fairy. Josh asks whether someone named Hamurashi ever got specifics on the trade bill. Donna hands him the relevant file.
Charlie approaches C.J.'s office, where C.J.'s barking out instructions to Carol. He stands at the door listening to her carrying on, until finally, getting no response from Carol, she asks, "Carol?" Charlie: "She's not out here." C.J. says she was just talking to her. Oh, well. If that was supposed to be hilarious, it wasn't. And what's with C.J.'s hair? It's all kinda flipped back in this scene, like a modified Farrah 'do. And she's wearing a long, flowing skirt and boots with her jacket, something she rarely wears. I'm going to call this look "PMS week." Charlie asks C.J. to give Zoey a CD for him. C.J. takes it, saying, "I love Macy Gray." Ooh! Me, too. I've been playing her third album to death for a couple of months. It looks like Charlie gave her that one, The Trouble With Being Myself. Charlie says, "Zoey's been in a solo-whispery- female-acoustic kind of rut right now. I'm trying to get her to listen to something with drums." C.J. suggests John Philip Sousa. Charlie: "Drums, but not so much with the batons." Word. Charlie says his mother used to watch Diane Mathers's old talk show all the time: "She seemed nice, sympathetic, sincere." C.J.: "This is a woman who gets dictators to cry, talk about their love of puppies and mama's cooking...confess they had the concentration camps built because they couldn't get a date for the prom." So she's a Baba Wawa stand-in. Charlie assures her that Zoey will be fine. C.J.: "So everyone keeps saying." She asks if POTUS has changed his mind about coming. Charlie says he hasn't. C.J. leaves, saying, "I thought he would in the end." I don't get the impression that it's up to Jed, frankly.
Donna and Angela are in the Roosevelt Room as an assistant hands out documents for a meeting. Donna explains the whole inspiring Matt Kelley aspect of how Josh and Toby came up with the college-tuition-deduction idea. Angela seems indifferent to the idea of helping regular schmoes put their kids through college: "If his daughter needed braces, would Josh and Toby have come up with a plan for universal orthodontia?" Well, what kind of asshat would compare perfect teeth to the value of a college education? Though I realize there are times when in North America it seems like perfect teeth will get you farther. Donna asks, "Not a chance, huh?" Angela says that they can still get it, but that they've got to get the Republicans to give it. She asks Donna, "How do you think we're doing?" Donna looks at her a couple of times, and smiles, pleased and puzzled that someone's asking her opinion in a way that doesn't suggest that her comments will be played for laughs. After years of serving Josh, Donna's brain can't quite comprehend it: "Me? I'm not the...." Angela: "You're an American citizen. You pay taxes, consume government services." Donna considers this carefully and says, "I think...our side's done a bad job of explaining why what we're fighting for is important." Angela's actually looking at Donna, and listening to her, like Donna might actually have something worthwhile to say, instead of not realizing it until after she's said something. I might be liking Angela better now. Donna continues, "It's not about abstract programs and endless acronyms, but about real things that affect real people, like affording college." Angela: "You talk to Josh about that?" Donna just looks like that's a subject she'd rather not discuss. Yup, I'd say someone's about to be lured away from the highly rewarding job of being Josh's babysitter/ caretaker/ gofer/ dogsbody.