Toby goes into the Oval Office and greets Jed, who says he thought Toby had gone home. Toby says he was just watching some of the coverage. Jed says it'll be Ritchie. Toby knows. Jed says it again. Toby still knows it. Jed says, "It would have been...I don't know...it would have seemed obnoxious. It would have seemed like grandstanding. You want some bourbon?" Toby accepts. Jed gets him the drink and asks, "What do you think?" Toby says, "I was a telemarketer for about a week." A long time ago, I was one for a couple of months longer than that. What sheer hell on earth that was. ["Me too, for a whole summer. Worst job ever." -- Wing Chun] He continues, "I can't remember what we were selling but you worked off a script: 'Hi, good evening, my name is...' And 'Toby Ziegler' was okay for New York, but once I got into the other time zones, I needed a name that wasn't going to bother anybody." ["At my telemarketing job -- which was more than a little crooked -- I had to say my name was Mrs. Sanders. I was seventeen at the time." -- Wing Chun] Jed hands Toby the drink, grunting, "Toby, if you have something to say, please say it." Toby states, "Ritchie's good for all time zones." I'm not sure I'm following this. Jed replies, "My family signed the Declaration of Independence. You think I've got an ethnicity problem?" Toby sits down, saying the line isn't between light and dark skin. He says, "It's between educated and...masculine." Hmm. He continues, "Or Eastern academic elite and plain-spoken." Jed says it's always been like that. Toby argues that when the White House got demystified, the impression was left that anybody could do it. Jed: "You're not telling me anything I don't know." Toby: "It's one thing that Ritchie came out for the Pennsylvania Referendum today. But the manner in which he articulated it...his presence, a clear sign he wasn't personally engaged with the facts...his staff was cringing, I promise you, and we let it go." Jed interjects: "It wasn't the moment to go --" Toby: "You were asked the question." Jed: "Do you have anything else?" Toby does: "Sir, I don't think I need to tell you that the level of respect with which the staff speaks of you doesn't change depending on whether or not you're in the room." Jed: "But?" Toby: "Well, there's always been a concern about the two Bartlets: the absent-minded professor with the 'Aw, Dad,' sense of humour: disarming, unthreatening, good for all time zones. And the Nobel Laureate, still searching for salvation: lonely, frustrated, lethal." Wow. "Lethal"? Where's this going? Jed asks if Toby's going to sing a country-western song. Toby sticks his neck w-a-a-a-y out: "The one whose father never liked him 'cause he was too smart." Jed gets up, saying, "This stopped being fun for me a little while ago." Toby stands, saying, "Sir?" Jed adds, "It was actually never fun for me. I was just being polite." He gets another drink.