Outside the Supreme Court building, Danny's pacing around with some other media types as C.J. hurries toward the building. Danny, of course, is instantly all over her like a dirty shirt, about whether it's going to be Harrison. She wants to know why he keeps asking her questions he knows she's not going to answer. He's under the impression that it's a good conversation starter. C.J. cuts him off at the pass with, "I can't go out on a date with you." His comeback: "Who asked you?" Oh Dannyboy, we all know it's only a matter of moments before you do. He tries to trick her into confirming it's Harrison but she's rather too sharp to fall for it. Just for good measure he confirms one more time that she won't go out on a date with him (see?) and they part ways.

Back in Crouch's office, POTUS says, "I suppose we should get out there." But Crouch isn't ready to leave yet; he's got more to say. He's served on the bench for thirty-eight years; he took his seat the year Jed entered college, and he believes he's got a right to say a word. POTUS indicates that he's said quite a few words. Crouch retorts, "Not enough." The President tries again to end the meeting, but Crouch tells him he should take the next few days and give Mendoza "the consideration he deserves." POTUS starts to promise that he'll do it when the next seat opens up, but before he can finish speaking, Crouch tells Jed he'll be writing his memoirs when the next seat opens up. POTUS tries to say that in three years he expects to be running for re-election, but Crouch cuts him off again with, "You're gonna get beat in three years." Jed thinks that's a little pessimistic but Crouch lectures him, "The American voters like guts. And the Republicans have got 'em. And in three years, one of them is gonna beat you." POTUS maintains his composure and replies, "You know, I imagine the view from your largely unscrutinized place in history must be very different from mine. But I'd remind you sir, that I have the following things to negotiate: an opposition Congress; special interest with power beyond belief; and a bitchy media." (Hey! I resemble that remark.) Crouch retorts, "So did Harry Truman." POTUS: "Well, I am not Harry Truman." Crouch calls him Mr. Bartlet, in case Jed hasn't quite got the point about how little respect Crouch has for him at this point, and indicates that he needn't point out that fact. ["Which was pretty funny, and made me sorry that Crouch was retiring." -- Wing Chun] POTUS weighs his response carefully, and points out, "It's Dr. Bartlet, your honour. Now, let's go start your retirement."