C.J. enters her office reading the papers, sets her stuff down on a table, and as she turns to slip off her coat, sees one of the turkeys on her couch; the other's on her desk. I hate to think where their droppings are. Carol appears at the door to tell her the turkeys came. C.J.'s speechless. Donna comes barrelling down the hall, or at least as close to barrelling as you can get in a tight skirt and high heels, saying, "Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait I'm coming!" Donna tells her the turkeys came. Carol excuses herself. Unlike Margaret and Donna, Carol knows when to get the hell out of a room. Donna explains the Three Stooges said the turkeys should go in her office. C.J., with her coat still hanging off her elbows, has no idea what the turkeys are for. Donna reveals that every year on Thanksgiving, POTUS pardons a turkey, and as Press Secretary, it's her job to decide which of two finalists is the more photogenic. She doesn't know about this because she was sick last year. C.J.'s incredulous. Donna starts to tell C.J. their names but C.J. says she doesn't want to know. Donna, ever mindful of what she's told, hesitates and then quickly says, "This one's Eric and this one's Troy." C.J. restates the whole thing to make sure she understands the task at hand. She then says, "Okay, I have actually a Master's degree from the University of California at Berkeley." Donna says that's a good school. C.J. says, "Yeah." We get a shot of one turkey gobbling. Donna mentions that they eat grain, or whatever's around, really, and that Troy doesn't like to be touched. C.J. looks at Troy, coat still hanging off her arms, and says, "Okay, I'd like to be alone now." Donna says she understands and leaves C.J. to survey the turkeys.
Sam runs into Charlie, who's coming in from doing some shopping for POTUS. He explains that he's been shopping for a new carving knife. Sam states, "This President takes carving knives very seriously." Charlie agrees. Sam asks Charlie to tell Jed that he'll need a few minutes to talk to him about the situation in San Diego. Sam runs off to be briefed about that. Mrs. Landingham asks Charlie how it went. As Charlie hangs up his coat, he says he thinks he's got it this time. Mrs. Landingham says, "Well, I wouldn't get your hopes up, dear." Charlie says it's a very good knife. Mrs. Landingham states that POTUS is very particular. As he hustles toward the Oval Office, Charlie comments, "That's one word for it." Mrs. Landingham: "I heard that." Charlie presents the knife to Jed, saying, "I think you'll find this to your liking, Mr. President." Jed's enthused as he takes the knife out of the case, saying, "Yes, yes, indeed I do. The Chef's Choice: twice the amount of carbon which means it will hold a sharp edge up to ten times longer, and you can see the handle, which is texturized molded polymer. It has no rivets or air pockets." My husband talks much like this. I'm married to POTUS, basically. I can't believe Jed's background is economics and not engineering, because really, he has such strong engineer-y qualities. Charlie says he's glad POTUS is happy. Jed continues, "This is an American knife. No German knives for us." Charlie agrees. Jed says, "Good job." As Charlie's about to stride away, pleased with himself, Jed has second thoughts. He doesn't like the balance of the knife. Charlie says he'll take it back. Jed says, "Yeah, you know what we need?" Charlie: "A German knife?" Jed: "Yeah." Charlie: "I'll get on it." Charlie adds that Sam will need some time with Jed to update him on the San Diego situation.