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In an apartment, Sydney's in pyjamas with her hair wet, talking on the phone to someone named Richard, who seems to be enjoying her mortifying experience that day. She doesn't want to hear his Andrew Shepherd imitation, either. Another woman is making dinner in the kitchen. She gets off the phone, saying, "Tonight, I was gonna go to bed early and wake up when there's a new President." She complains to the woman, "The President must think I'm a third-rate jerk." The woman is Nina Siemaszko, and looks almost unrecognizable as the woman who later plays the role of middle daughter Ellie Bartlet on The West Wing. She tosses a salad and says, "If he thinks you're a jerk, I'm sure he thinks you're a first-rate jerk." Sydney tries to make it sound like she like she really laid down the law despite her bungling encounter. The woman replies, "And then you walked out the wrong door." Sydney wonders whether she's going to be throwing that back at her for the rest of her life. They must be sisters. The woman gleefully admits, "That's my current plan, yes." The phone rings. Sydney's expecting a call from Leo, but this caller says he's Andrew Shepherd. She rolls her eyes at the other woman and tells the caller, "You're hilarious, Richard. You're just a regular riot." He repeats his statement. Sydney glibly says, "Oh, really. Well, I'm so glad you called, because I forgot to tell you today what a nice ass you have. I'm also impressed that you were able to get my phone number, given the fact that I don't have a phone. Goodnight, Richard." She hangs up. Shepherd looks at the phone, saying, "This used to be easier," as he redials. The phone rings again and Sydney answers it, asking if he's "learning-impaired." He asks Sydney to hang up the phone, call the White House, give the operator her name, and tell her that she wants to speak to POTUS. He hangs up. Sydney's a little dazed and says to herself, "Oh, my God. This isn't happening to me." As she dials, she says, "It's not possible I did this twice in one day." The operator, naturally, puts her call right through. Sydney begins, "Mr. President, um...I'm sure there's an appropriate thing to say at this moment. Probably some formal apology for the 'nice ass' remark would be in order. I just don't quite know how to word it." He gallantly takes the blame, saying he shouldn't have called her at home: "Should I call you at the office tomorrow?" She bumbles her answer to this, too, and finally gives up trying to be coherent. He asks what she meant by not having a phone; she explains that she just moved to Washington and is staying with her sister. She wants to know how he got the number. He's not exactly sure; he thinks maybe the FBI. They chit-chat a bit, and then finally he cuts to the chase and asks her to the formal state dinner. She's silent for a very long time. Shepherd finally says, "Sydney? Sydney, Congress doesn't take this long." Sydney effuses that she's honoured the President has asked her to join him in representing the country, and that she's equal to the task and all. Geez, a simple yes or no will do. He replies, "Sydney, this is just a dinner. We're not gonna be doing espionage or anything." She's all giggly and spazzy now. He explains that the White House Social Director will call her and help her out with the details. She giggles some more and thanks him for asking her. They agree it's a first for each of them.