Simon pushes the discussion back to today's coverage: he asks her whether she's going to her gym tonight. C.J. acts shocked for a moment, thinking that he asked her if she wanted to have "gin" tonight. Gah, that's just awful. This Freudian banter doesn't work very well when we know exactly where this is going. She says she can't, because her local gym is flooded. Simon suggests the White House gym. She points out that it closes at seven. He suggests they use the Secret Service gym. You're her guard, not her personal fitness trainer. Quit nagging her to work out just because you want to ogle her while she's jogging or whatever. She asks if it's a good gym. Simon points out that they run alongside moving cars. After some more snarking, she agrees. It's a date! Well, it's not really a date, but we all know it's a date. He leaves. C.J. stares at her laptop, wondering whatever possessed her to want to look at Anna Kournikova pictures in the first place.

Elsewhere, POTUS and Leo pedeconference down the hallway while loudly discussing their plans to arrest Shareef. Not very discreet, guys. Leo explains that they need to get Shareef's jet to land at Dulles because of jurisdiction issues. Jed asks about other issues. Leo brings up the Working Toward Independence Act. Jed sarcastically asks whether the bill's name could be any more patronizing. Yeah, he would know. He's probably upset that he didn't think of it first. Leo breaks the news that they can get the bill out of committee if they agree to the marriage incentives. Jed complains about the idiocy of it all, asking, "Where the hell are all the small-government conservatives when we're talking about Washington getting into the yenta business?" I figured out that little game years ago. They all demand local control of schools, but then they try to freeze federal funding for schools that make decisions they don't approve of, like banning the Boy Scouts or ROTC groups. Anyway, Leo encourages Jed to accept the compromise. Jed mutters, "Marriage incentives. It used to be that all you had to have was a decent dental practice." Leo wryly observes, "I don't understand. You didn't grow up in the Catskills, yet...." It's not the same as calling him President Shecky, but close enough. Leo thanks him for his time, and zooms off elsewhere.