Back in Babish's office, Oliver asks C.J. whether she was aware that, in January of last year, Bartlet had an attack. Her arms are still crossed. She says that she is now. Babish establishes that she was there when he had the attack, but that she was outside the room, and that when she went in, he was unconscious. She says she went in because she heard a glass pitcher breaking. Babish wants to know what she thought had happened. C.J. replies, carefully controlling the sarcasm in her voice, and as Oliver interjects humourless "yeahs" at appropriate intervals, "Well, at first glance I thought he might have a virus, contracted from a rare African tse-tse fly, possibly tropical sprue. I'm not an expert, but I did meet a man once in India...it could be anything with these Presidents. James Polk had diverticulitis. Couldn't digest nuts. I'll tell you what else: One in forty American men wear [sic] women's clothing, and we've had well over forty Presidents. I'm just saying, one of these guys was dancing around the Oval Office in a prom dress. Now let's get to the bottom of that." My money's on Taft or Coolidge. Wait, didn't we already establish that Hoover was a transvestite? Nope, sorry, my bad. That was J. Edgar, not Herbert. Anyway, Babish says: "C.J.? In my entire life I've never found anything charming." Well, what a sterile, arid existence that must be. Maybe that explains your four divorces, buddy. I'm just saying. C.J. seems mildly chagrined to learn this: "Really?" I still think that C.J. will win him over. I'm liking Oliver Platt less in this episode than last, and not just because he's picking on C.J. I know this must be excruciating for Wing, since she hates him. ["I help the time to pass more quickly during his scenes by making mean jokes about his appearance. I'm a very small person in many ways." -- Wing Chun] Babish says, "You announced to the press it was the flu. Who told you to say it was the flu?" C.J. says she wasn't told to say that, she was told it was the flu. Babish presses her, and she snaps, "I'm not getting into that! I'm not getting into who said what. We can do that at the next of what I'm sure will be many sessions." Babish lets it go. Casually, he asks, "Do you know what time it is?" I know where he's going with this; I've seen this exact scenario on some other show. ["No kidding. That one was in Birth of a Nation, for heaven's sake." -- Wing Chun] She glances at a clock and says, "It's five past noon." Oh my God -- she's been with him for almost seven hours? That seems like cruel and unusual punishment. ["Except for the 'seems' part." -- Wing Chun] Babish says, "I'd like you to get out of the habit of doing that." C.J. asks, "Doing what?" Babish: "Answering more than was asked. Do you know what time it is?" C.J. stares at him, and after a brief pause, responds with annoyed resignation, "Yes." He suggest that they take a break. No argument from C.J. Or me.