Ainsley and Sam reach Ainsley's office, which, while still in the basement, is no longer located where all the heat transfer pipes are. She tells Sam that there's a difference between "intelligence" and "instinct." Oh my, I hope there's a much better argument for a "common man" president than that. I don't want any president leading by instinct. Sam points out that they should be able to find somebody who has both intelligence and instinct. Ainsley volleys that a president can pick good advisors. Sam feints that advisors can better advise a president who is informed and curious. If curiosity is an important trait for a president, maybe we should elect a beagle. Ainsley asks what happens when an intellectual president surrounds himself with other advisors who are also Ivy League snobs. Sam takes offense at this, pointing out that Notre Dame isn't an Ivy League college (yeah, but I think being a tenured professor at Dartmouth trumps that ["Maybe 'Dartmouth University' doesn't, though." -- Wing Chun]), and that the administration is very concerned about education and asks whether parents should be discouraging their children from attending Ivy League schools. Well, maybe not, but I certainly wouldn't consider somebody to be less educated or intelligent simply because they hadn't attended one. Ainsley points out that it was the Harvard Alumni Association in D.C. that got America involved with Vietnam. Sam ends the debate by pointing out that Ainsley herself is a very smart person who went to Smith and then got her law degree from one of the very Ivy League schools of which she's so critical. Ainsley moans that she was on vacation. Sam gives her a non-apology apology. Ainsley says she'll go ahead and do the television shows, because "[she] serve[s] at the pleasure of the president," but that she doesn't want a promotion that she didn't earn. Also, she's getting this strange urge to cut up dead bodies and she's not sure where that's going to take her. Maybe someplace warm.
Out in a hallway somewhere, C.J. tracks down Toby to let him know that four stations are going to be carrying the president's Thursday-night press conference instead of one, as originally planned. Man, millions of Survivor viewers are going to be furious. Toby's heading out to go sightseeing with Tabatha, and to try to get the party back on track. C.J. offers to handle it if Toby needs her, but Toby is not about to give up the opportunity to pretend he's on a date with the poet laureate. Toby says he can take care of it: "She's a poet. She's new to things like 'consequences.'" Grr. Just a warning -- there's a huge, nasty rant at the end of this particular storyline, courtesy of yours truly. C.J. begins to ask Toby a question about something, but changes her mind, wishes him luck, and heads off elsewhere.