Out in the hall, Charlie runs into Josh, and they complain about the Mets. Josh looks down the hall and sees Amy sitting in the Mural Room. He's so awestruck by her improved hairstyle that he can no longer remember his gripe with the Mets. Charlie takes off. Josh walks in and says hi. Amy seems not to have expected to run into him -- there, fifty feet from where he works, of all places. Yeah, it's Sunday night, but as if these people have a life. He asks what she's doing here. She does the "I'm sorry?" thing. I think in addition to the Credulity Strain-o-Meter I'm going to have to hook up a "Sorry?" Counter. Like I don't have enough damn crap on my desk as it is. I barely have room to scribble on a one-inch Post-It Note. Somebody named Danya Zucker had an extra ticket for the Red Mass and invited Amy. She asks if Josh is going. He's not. He starts walking toward the door to the portico as she stands up.
Josh and Amy head out to the portico. He asks whether she can give him any idea what Stackhouse is thinking. She says she really can't. She says they spoke for a while, but she really doesn't know. She says she told Stackhouse that she thought he'd been an extraordinary public servant -- "thoughtful and energetic and compassionate and courageous" -- but told him she'd be voting for Bartlet. Josh : "Why?" Amy: "First of all, I'm crazy about the President, Josh. I've been crazy about him for longer than you've known who he was. And I'll keep poking him with a stick. That's how I show my love." Well, that explains...plenty. She carries on: "But...as a women's issue, it's a no-brainer. The next Justice can overturn Roe and...you don't screw around with that." Josh seems unmoved. Amy asks flirtatiously whether he wants to see what she learned to do since he got her fired. If she pulls out a cherry and ties the stem in a knot with her tongue, I quit. She pulls out a long, thin orange balloon and starts blowing it up. My recollection is that those things are bitchin' hard to blow up, but these two both have gas to spare, so pretty soon she's got it about 90\% inflated. As she ties the knot, she says, "Right away, that's impressive, right? That's just the preparation." She proceeds, with much squidgy balloon-manipulating sound, to mangle it into...nothing. Don't quit your day job. Oops! You just did. Josh snickers and asks what it is. She asks, "What do you want it to be?" Someone calls Amy's name in the background. Amy hands the balloon...thing to Josh and says, "I'll see you."