Sam wanders into the Mess. He greets Toby, who's reading a positive review of a commencement speech they wrote. Toby tells Sam that the reviewer, Maynard Wachtel, called them the "Batman and Robin of speechwriting." Hee! Toby seems to enjoy that more than I would have thought. Sam says, "Well, I don't think he does..." Toby agrees that he doesn't, but he should: "Because that's what we are." Sam: "Okay." Toby, with some pastry in his mouth: "We're Batman and Robin!" Sam: "Which one's which?" Toby: "Look at me, Sam. Am I Robin?" He's really not. Sam objects, "I'm not Robin." You so are, Sam. Toby: "Yes, you are." Sam: "Okay, well, let's move off this." Toby's in a much more jovial mood than one would expect. As they start walking, Toby says, "You bet, little friend." Sam pleads, "We're really not Batman and Robin." Toby suggests, "No, we'll keep those identities secret. I'm Bruce Wayne, and you're my ward, Dick something." Sam's had enough of that: "Jane Gentry and Richard Will came to see me with some news." He tells Toby about the adjustments in the CBO projections. Toby thinks that's fantastic news, and asks when it's "real." Sam says it will be this afternoon. Toby claims to be so happy he could spit. Sam thinks this is probably the first administration in history to get behind slower economic growth. Toby says he favours it when it gives them a "bat and ball on tax cuts." Toby mumbles some economic mumbo jumbo and says that they'll stand their ground on no tax cut in the top bracket, to which Sam adds that it turns out that they might not be able to afford it. They're both very happy about that. Sam: "Yeah, it's Christmas in Paris. But there's a line ATJ and the Progressive Caucus want me to put in the draft for Chicago." They discuss the line; Toby tells Sam to change the writing, but Sam says it's not the writing. Toby knows. He then starts to say something to Sam: "Listen..." but changes his mind. I get the feeling he wanted to say something to prepare Sam for what's coming later, but what can he tell him, anyway? Toby says to forget it, and tells Sam to talk to somebody at ATJ or the Caucus. Toby leaves for a meeting.
Chicken Little comes over to Charlie's desk. She starts to peck for grubs and insects. No, not really. Charlie asks whether there's anything she needs; she says she just came to say hi. He's polite, but keeps going about his business. Of course it's not two seconds before she launches into the satellite thing; he responds, "Cool." Donna's upset: "No, it's not! What's the matter with you people? A thing the size of a garbage truck is going to be in a two-thousand-mile-an-hour free fall and no one knows where it's going to hit!" Charlie says something about voting for Zurich, and that he's "had it up to here with the Swiss." Hee. ["Glark and I both started cracking up at that line because it reminded us of an old Kids in the Hall skit. I half expected Charlie to add, 'Got a problem with that, Belgium?'" -- Wing Chun] Donna continues trying to impress upon Charlie the urgency of her mission, but Charlie reads some piece of paper on his desk and excuses himself. Donna sighs and leaves.