Margaret is walking with Leo, going over his schedule. She mentions that he has a meeting on "ways to fight a possible recession." Leo chides her: "What did we say?" Margaret: "'Don't say "recession" in this building.'" Leo: "You just did it again!" Margaret wants to know what she's supposed to say. He wants her to call it "the robust-economy meeting." She nods and goes to her desk. Toby's arrived, and follows Leo into his office to tell him Josh is sorting things out with Triplehorn, and that Karen Croft wants the Parks job. Leo tells him she can't have it, because the bill POTUS just signed on it makes the job Senate-confirmable, and it's retroactive, and they missed it somehow amongst the ninety amendments to the bill. I notice that near Margaret's desk, there's some framed pastel poster of sky and water that looks like it has some sort of inspirational saying on it or something that I can't read. Weird. Toby follows Leo and suggests that they put her up anyway. Leo says no: "She led the charge for a higher gas tax." God, I'm having trouble caring about this storyline. Toby says they asked her to do it. Leo growls, "I understand, but the U.S. Senate isn't gonna -- plus the Minority Leader's already pissed at us!" Leo takes off.
Toby heads back to his office, saying, "Okay, thanks." Ginger's right behind him when he turns to call for her, and she nearly crashes into him. "Ginger!" Ginger: "Yeah?" Toby: "Don't." He asks her to get a list of sub-Cabinet vacancies that aren't Senate-confirmable. Ginger: "Mine's not." Toby: "A little less sub-Cabinet than that." He firmly closes his door.
Jed's holding court with a bunch of folks in his office. Apparently, they want to crash a space probe into Neptune. He thinks that's fine, but they're getting $2.5 billion and not a penny more: "If we're going to fail, I want to do it on budget." They thank him and leave. Charlie asks, "More thank-you notes?" Jed suggests he tell Debbie they're going to do some calls. Charlie doesn't seem to think much of that: "Calls." Jed: "Yes, calls. Calls. Mr. Sarcasm, with your dry 'calls.' I was this close to renaming one of the oceans after you but no way. Maybe, maybe one of the species of fish. Like trout." He tells C.J., who's wandered in, "Trout is now 'charlie.' Went up to the lake, pulled out a couple of nice charlie for dinner." Charlie: "Anything else, sir?" Somehow, Charlie refrains from rolling his eyes. Jed: "Look at the size of that charlie you've got on your wall!" Charlie thanks him and leaves. Why am I bothering to transcribe all this weak dialogue? To illustrate my point, which is: Don't bring the Sorkinese if you don't know what you're doing.