By a doorway, Sam is giving a grave-looking Donna some last-minute advice about her deposition before the House Government Oversight and Reform Committee. He tells her not to be afraid to ask them to repeat a question if she doesn't understand it, and that there's nothing wrong with saying she doesn't remember. He wonders whether she wouldn't rather go over this with Josh. Hasn't Babish prepared her, or Ainsley, or somebody? ["Like her own lawyer?" -- Wing Chun] Donna says that Josh is pissed at her. Sam says he isn't. Donna insists that he is. Sam seems sincerely puzzled: "He didn't say anything." Donna: "He doesn't say anything." She looks down, and says she appreciates Sam's help. Charlie wanders by and Sam asks him to wait a second; he tells Donna that she's going to be sitting in a room. "It's going to feel like you did something wrong. But guess what?" She bites: "What?" Sam: "You didn't, so...." Well, maybe. We'll see. She didn't do the wrong things Sam's thinking of, anyway. Donna exhales, and smiles, and promises to come back when it's over.
Sam walks over to Charlie, who asks whether Sam's made a pick. Sam says, "Oakland over Dallas." Oh, God help me...more sports talk. Between how little I care and how little I know...I could really do with a lot less sports chatter...and sports analogies, sports homilies, sports metaphors, etc. However, I'm no doubt in the minority on that one, and this is some sort of quasi-democracy we're living in, so... Sam says it's a lock, and that everyone's staying away because they want to keep Oakland down the road. Charlie's agreeably indifferent, if there is such a thing, and I am...trying to pay attention. Sam blathers about pre-season this and the Raiders that. Charlie's taking notes. Sam asks whether he should have picked Tennessee over Detroit. I think I would rather have a scene with Danny and Mandy and Ainsley in it than hear more about sports. Charlie says he didn't say that. Sam: "You said it with your eyes." Charlie: "Okay." Sam changes his pick to Tennessee over Detroit; Charlie says he's writing it down. Sam changes his mind to Oakland over Dallas. Just pick something, dude. He changes it again, and Charlie tells him that the first game is about to start. Sam settles on something, which I don't care enough about to record, and Charlie says he's writing it down.
Sam leaves as the First Couple breezes in from church. They're both in fine fettle. Charlie asks, "How was church?" At the same time, Jed says, "It sucked," and Abby says, "It was fine." They pedebicker through the hallway toward the Oval Office, with Jed reiterating the suckage as Abby tells Jed to stop it: "You're talking about church!" Well, for gosh sakes, sometimes religious services do suck. It must be said. Jed: "Oh, like I'm not already going to Hell!" Hee. Maybe he feels that speech in "Two Cathedrals" probably didn't help his case. Charlie asks what the problem was; Abby explains, "He feels the homily lacked panache." Jed insists that it did lack panache. Most homilies do, in my experience. Most of them have about as much panache as a bowl of farina. Abby insists that it was a "perfectly lovely homily on Ephesians 5:21: 'Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church, and gave himself up for her.'" Jed gripes, "Yeah, she's skipping over the part that says, 'Wives, be subject to your husbands as to the Lord. For the husband is the head of the wife, as Christ is the head of the church.'" Abby admits that she does skip over that part; Charlie asks why. "Because it's stupid," she replies. Charlie says okay.