"Leo!"
"Mr. President?"
"I have to tell you about this dream I had."
"Of course, sir. I'll just cancel the meeting with Fitzwallace, scheduled for the same time that I need to prepare for the economic briefing."
"Come on, man, take a few minutes off."
"I don't have a choice, do I?"
"That's the spirit! So...it was a GREAT dream. I wasn't the President, I was the Chief of Staff!"
"You sound giddy. Are you sure you want to trade?"
"Just listen. Nancy McNally was in the dream, too."
"She'll be thrilled."
"But she wasn't the National Security Advisor. She was the Press Secretary!"
"You haven't told CJ about this, have you?"
"And the President was a widower."
"Sir? You haven't told ABBY about this, have you?"
"Ellie was in the dream. She was the sister of the President's girlfriend."
"Mr. President? Do we need to call Dr. Keyworth?"
"Leo, we call him when I can't sleep. We're talking about a DREAM I had."
"Yes. Right up there with Martin Luther King's so far."
"There was a guy who looked like you, too. He was the President's girlfriend's boss."
"This is fascinating, but isn't it time that we...?"
"Oh! And the President! You remember that dream I told you about last week? The one where I had a son and he worked for a stockbroker? The stockbroker was a handsome guy...and the President in my dream last night...same guy!"
"Sir, there has to be a way out of this for me."
"Okay, Leo. What's next?"