Cut to the Prez, who reads, "The majority of young people move from kissing to more intimate sexual behaviors during their teenage years. More than fifty percent engage in petting behavior." He interrupts himself to ask Mandy if that means what he thinks it means. He reads on, "By the age of fourteen, more than twenty-five percent have touched a girl's...I won't say that word." He reads ahead silently and says, "Not gonna say that." Looking at the next page, he finds another word he won't be uttering. Mrs. L. enters and tells Mandy that the Lydells are waiting in the mural room. Mandy excuses herself. Mrs. L. looks at the Prez and asks if he'd like to share what the report says. He responds, "With you? No." Mrs. L. folds her arms and asks why not. "Because I'd rather not be in therapy for the rest of my life," he answers. As she leaves, the Prez crosses out another word in the report.
C.J. and Mandy greet the Lydells and thank them for coming. C.J. gets right to the point. "It was Mandy's impression, and perhaps it was mistaken --" because Mandy is stupid "-- that you and your husband have some reservations about appearing in support of the President. I hate to have to put it so bluntly, but is that true?" Mrs. Lydell says that she and her husband support the Hate Crimes bill. C.J., not quite satisfied, turns to Mr. Lydell and says, "I don't know how else to put this, but if you appear, in front of the press, to be at all embarrassed by your son's homosexuality...I guess, let me just ask: Do you support the President?" Mrs. Lydell nods and again says that they do, but then Mr. Lydell says, firmly, "No. We do not." Mrs. Lydell tries to argue with him, but he repeats, "We do not." Having broken his silence, Mr. Lydell has a few things to say, and what fine things they are: "The Hate Crimes bill is fine. Who gives a damn? It's fine, I don't care. If you ask me, we shouldn't be making laws against what's in a person's head, but I don't give a damn, it's fine. I don't understand how this President, who I voted for...I don't understand how he can take such a completely weak-ass position on gay rights. Gays in the military, same-sex marriage, gay adoption, boards of education...Where the hell is he? I want to know what quality necessary to being a parent the President feels my son lacked. I want to know, from this President, who has served not one day in uniform -- I served two tours in Vietnam -- I want to know what quality necessary to being a soldier this President feels my son lacked. Lady, I'm not embarrassed that my son was gay. My government is." Mandy and C.J. quietly excuse themselves, giving me time to finish my standing ovation. Outside, Mandy says they'll have to send the Lydells back home. C.J. argues that they'll be fine; Mandy disagrees. C.J. says, "He made a reasonable point. Maybe, given the circumstances, he's got a right." "To talk to reporters on our dime?" Mandy asks, aghast. "They said they support the bill," C.J. insists. Mandy tells C.J. to "get it together," giving me yet another reason to hate Mandy. That's number eighty-seven, for those keeping score. C.J. pauses for a minute, and finally gives in, saying, "Yeah, I know, I know." Mandy offers to go tell the Lydells that their President is now embarrassed by them, as well as by their son, but C.J. says she'll do it.