Friday Night. Over the Grand Canyon. We're on Air Force One; on a monitor, a TV anchorperson reports on the Republican Party's intention to roll out their $800 billion tax cut plan and the lack of response from the White House. The staffers (Ed, Larry, Donna, Toby) watch the news; Toby looks frustrated. Larry says that POTUS is going to go out of his mind. Toby says he's going to go with him. They agree that it's worse than they thought it was going to be. Suddenly Andi -- fairly pregnant but not looking exactly as large as you'd think a woman nearly eight months pregnant with twins would look, and moving pretty gracefully to boot -- wanders out and says, "Did you just see that?" Yay, Andi! Toby stands up and says, "Oh, my God. Have you been on the plane the whole time?" Andi: "No, I hopped on board when you guys were over the Great Lakes." He wants to know what she's doing there. She says she told him she was coming. He says he told her she couldn't fly. She says her doctor told her she could fly through the thirty-second week: "And I thought since he's my doctor, and you're really dumb, I'd join the Congressional delegation and help out Sam." He says nothing. She prompts him: "Isn't it great?" Toby: "Listen to me. We've got all kinds of atmospheric cabin pressure up here. We're a little late, so the Colonel's put the hammer down in a 747. You've got wind shear, downdraft, massive turbulence, not to mention four giant engines burning jet fuel at galactic temperatures. We're standing in a flying death tube!" Everyone looks up. Toby: "No, not the rest of y-y-you, it's just my family. It's fine. Look..." Andi: "What do you want me to do, step off?" Toby: "Also, you've got twins in there; you're basically a minivan. How are you fitting into a seat?" Whoa. Not. Smart. Also, I'm thinking the accommodations on Air Force One are a wee bit more generous than your standard economy class sardine can deal. Donna looks at Toby. Andi turns to the rest of the people in the room and says, "Uh-uh...I saw him first, girls." Bwah! Why can't this be the Andi and Toby show? That's not a rhetorical question.
Donna catches up with Josh to tell him there were some messages from an Ivan Perez of the California Agricultural Labourers Association who wants to meet with Josh. Josh doesn't know who he is, and tells Donna to find out if he's for real by meeting with him herself. Donna: "What litmus test would you like me to use?" Josh: "Well, to begin with, is he wearing shoes and a shirt?" That's Josh Lyman: No shoes, no shirt, no service. Unless you're a chick, then the "no-shirt" thing is negotiable. Donna wants to know what to do if he is. Josh advises her to ask him what he thinks of a guy named Richard Sutter, an Assemblyman who proposed some Farm Labour thing that Josh doesn't finish explaining. He tells Donna that if Perez doesn't have a strong opinion on Sutter, he doesn't play at her level. Donna: "I have a level?" She's obviously pleased and surprised to learn this. Josh: "You do. It's not a lot to speak of, but you know, no shoes, no shirt, I'm sorry, but you draw the line."