Leo: Sir, why don't we call it a day? It certainly
seems to be dragging a bit....
Leo: Allow me to take you out to dinner. You haven't been out of the white house in too long.
Jed: 'The nation never sleeps.'
Leo: So? You're starting to be the same color as the marble floors. With all due respect, you need to get out more, sir.
Jed: Yah... alright. Let me talk to Abbey real quick.
Leo: ::nods::
Jed: ::ambles his way back to the oval office to call Abbey at the residence::
Leo: ::looks at the portraits of Washington and Jefferson::
Leo: Washington, Adams, Jefferson...
Jed: ::changes his mind and decides to talk to her in person::
Jed: Charlie, I'll be with my wife shortly and then I'm going with Leo to dinner.
Charlie: Just the two of you?
Jed: Yah.
CJ: ::sees a short, bearded man in her office playing with Gail::
CJ: She doesn't like it when you poke her.
Danny: ::takes his hand out of the tank and turns around:: CJ...
CJ: ::grabs Danny and kisses him::
Danny: ::hesitantly kisses back::
CJ: ::pulls back:: Ah. Well, that was refreshing.
Danny: ::whispers:: Thank God for blinds...
CJ: ::nods::
Danny: I hid some roses on your spotless desk.
CJ: ::looks at her desk::
Danny: Rather, some anonymous admirer left them.
CJ: ::sees roses on her otherwise clear desk::
CJ: How lovely.
CJ: ::sniffs::
CJ: Smells like love.
CJ: ::sits in her chair::
Danny: Darn it... He always gets to everyone first...
CJ: ::smiles::
CJ: ::smells the roses again:: *These are nice.*
CJ: Oh, have you seen my notes?
Danny: Notes?
Danny: Hmmm... ::thinks::
CJ: Yeah, notes, they were here on my otherwise spotless desk.
Danny: I don't think...
Danny: Nope, I didn't see them...
Danny: But I heard that you were with the Boss before you came in.
CJ: I was.
Danny: I see.
CJ: Why did you actually come to see me today?
Danny: I wanted to know when I could steal you away...
CJ: What did you have in mind?
Danny: Just someplace without so many cameras and secret service agents and prying eyes...
Danny: So... neither my place nor yours...
CJ: You and your high standards.
Danny: Can't sell yourself too cheap these days.
CJ: Sure, sure...
CJ: Well, I might know a place...
Danny: Oh, you do?
CJ: Yeah. I'm not telling you where.
CJ: But there's a nice place in Manchester.
Jed: ::knocks on the door to his and Abbey's room::
Jed: ::looks in:: Abbey?
Abbey: Yes?
Abbey: ::reads Martha Stewart Living::
Abbey: ::folds down a corner and looks up at him::
Jed: I'm going to go out with Leo tonight...
Abbey: I see.
Abbey: I need your approval on this design.
Abbey: ::holds out the page::
Jed: ...Ok.
Jed: ::looks at it::
Jed: It's nice. I love it.
Abbey: Good.
Abbey: Have fun.
Abbey: ::reads again::
Abbey: Be careful.
Jed: Tell the secret service agents that.
Jed: Love you. ::kisses her on the cheek::
Abbey: Love you. ::turns the page and smiles slightly::
Jed: ::walks to the door::
Jed: One last thing... where's the design going?
Abbey: It's a surprise.
Abbey: ::smiles::
Abbey: Love you.
Abbey: ::waves::
Jed: ::nods::
Jed: ::leaves::
Toby: ::throws a ball against the cabinet:: -Pock!- Less than eight months...
Toby: -Pock!- Josh was late...
Toby: ...He never did say why... -Pock!-
Toby: ::sighs:: -Pock!-
Toby: Ginger!
Toby: -Pock!-
Ginger: ::looks in:: Yes?
Toby: Tell Josh that I need to see him.
Ginger: ::nods and closes his door::
Toby: -Pock!-
Toby: ::stops, and puts the ball in his desk drawer::
Toby: ::turns on his TV::
Jed: Charlie!
Charlie: Yes, sir. ::hands him his overcoat::
Jed: Leo!
Leo: Sir.
Leo: ::puts on his trench coat::
Jed: Let's go.
Charlie: There's a car waiting out front.
Leo: Let's blow this joint, Mr. President.
Jed: We're not with the mob, Leo. We don't say things like that.
Charlie: The mob doesn't even say things like that.
Leo: ::shrugs::
Leo: Just trying to lighten things up.
Sam: Done...
Sam: Done!
Sam: Am I amazing or what?
Someone: Mr... Mr. Sam?
Sam: ::blinks:: Hm?
Sam: ::wheels out of his office in his chair::
Sam: Someone call my name?
Someone: Me. Over here.
Someone: ::waves::
Sam: ::squints though he's wearing glasses:: Hi.
Someone: Mr. Sam, we need to talk, please don't call your security guards. ::steps into his office::
Sam: Yah... just close the door...
Someone: ::closes the door::
Someone: Mr. Sam, I'm here on behalf of...
Someone: Baby seals.
Sam: ::rubs his eyes::
Sam: Right... Go on.
Seal-Lady: Mr. Sam, the baby seals cry out to me.
Sam: Yah... Just call me Sam, I guess.
Sam: ::looks around for signs of Josh's doing::
Sam: *Okay, so this one's for real...*
Seal-Lady: Sam, I'm here on their behalf.
Seal-Lady: Baby seals are being killed, killed by American poachers.
Seal-Lady: Mr-- Sorry, Sam...
Seal-Lady: I, um,...
Seal-Lady: Please don't call your guards.
Seal-Lady: I just... I thought you could do something.
Sam: What exactly would you like me to do? And do I have a reputation for calling my guards? I don't even have my own personal ones...
Seal-Lady: I...um...
Seal-Lady: ::sits down::
Seal-Lady: ::jumps up:: Can I sit down?
Seal-Lady: ^_^;;;
Sam: Yes, please.
Seal-Lady: ::sits down::
Seal-Lady: Well, I... I mean, maybe you could talk to the President...
Seal-Lady: I mean, I have pictures...
Seal-Lady: Would you like to see?
Sam: Sure.
Seal-Lady: Are you sure...? They're very sad... ::hands him a small stack of pictures::
Seal-Lady: If these were kittens... would you stand for their bloody murder?
Seal-Lady: I just want to show you... How terrible poaching is.
Seal-Lady: I would like the president to propose a law against poaching.
Sam: ::looks at the pictures::
Sam: ::closes his eyes:: We've been trying...
Seal-Lady: You have...?
Sam: Yah. It's hard for these things to go through...
Seal-Lady: ::smiles::
Seal-Lady: Did you get my letters?
Seal-Lady: ^_^
Sam: Those letters were yours?
Seal-Lady: ::grins and nods::
Sam: Ah.
Seal-Lady: I didn't think they were getting through....
Sam: Well, I will mention this again to the President tomorrow. Maybe I might ask you to come back, and meet with him yourself, in person... He is a very busy man, however...
Seal-Lady: ::blushes::
Seal-Lady: Why, Mr. Sam...
Seal-Lady: ::seriously:: I would be honored.
Sam: I'll do my best.
Leo: Allow me to take you out to dinner. You haven't been out of the white house in too long.
Jed: 'The nation never sleeps.'
Leo: So? You're starting to be the same color as the marble floors. With all due respect, you need to get out more, sir.
Jed: Yah... alright. Let me talk to Abbey real quick.
Leo: ::nods::
Jed: ::ambles his way back to the oval office to call Abbey at the residence::
Leo: ::looks at the portraits of Washington and Jefferson::
Leo: Washington, Adams, Jefferson...
Jed: ::changes his mind and decides to talk to her in person::
Jed: Charlie, I'll be with my wife shortly and then I'm going with Leo to dinner.
Charlie: Just the two of you?
Jed: Yah.
CJ: ::sees a short, bearded man in her office playing with Gail::
CJ: She doesn't like it when you poke her.
Danny: ::takes his hand out of the tank and turns around:: CJ...
CJ: ::grabs Danny and kisses him::
Danny: ::hesitantly kisses back::
CJ: ::pulls back:: Ah. Well, that was refreshing.
Danny: ::whispers:: Thank God for blinds...
CJ: ::nods::
Danny: I hid some roses on your spotless desk.
CJ: ::looks at her desk::
Danny: Rather, some anonymous admirer left them.
CJ: ::sees roses on her otherwise clear desk::
CJ: How lovely.
CJ: ::sniffs::
CJ: Smells like love.
CJ: ::sits in her chair::
Danny: Darn it... He always gets to everyone first...
CJ: ::smiles::
CJ: ::smells the roses again:: *These are nice.*
CJ: Oh, have you seen my notes?
Danny: Notes?
Danny: Hmmm... ::thinks::
CJ: Yeah, notes, they were here on my otherwise spotless desk.
Danny: I don't think...
Danny: Nope, I didn't see them...
Danny: But I heard that you were with the Boss before you came in.
CJ: I was.
Danny: I see.
CJ: Why did you actually come to see me today?
Danny: I wanted to know when I could steal you away...
CJ: What did you have in mind?
Danny: Just someplace without so many cameras and secret service agents and prying eyes...
Danny: So... neither my place nor yours...
CJ: You and your high standards.
Danny: Can't sell yourself too cheap these days.
CJ: Sure, sure...
CJ: Well, I might know a place...
Danny: Oh, you do?
CJ: Yeah. I'm not telling you where.
CJ: But there's a nice place in Manchester.
Jed: ::knocks on the door to his and Abbey's room::
Jed: ::looks in:: Abbey?
Abbey: Yes?
Abbey: ::reads Martha Stewart Living::
Abbey: ::folds down a corner and looks up at him::
Jed: I'm going to go out with Leo tonight...
Abbey: I see.
Abbey: I need your approval on this design.
Abbey: ::holds out the page::
Jed: ...Ok.
Jed: ::looks at it::
Jed: It's nice. I love it.
Abbey: Good.
Abbey: Have fun.
Abbey: ::reads again::
Abbey: Be careful.
Jed: Tell the secret service agents that.
Jed: Love you. ::kisses her on the cheek::
Abbey: Love you. ::turns the page and smiles slightly::
Jed: ::walks to the door::
Jed: One last thing... where's the design going?
Abbey: It's a surprise.
Abbey: ::smiles::
Abbey: Love you.
Abbey: ::waves::
Jed: ::nods::
Jed: ::leaves::
Toby: ::throws a ball against the cabinet:: -Pock!- Less than eight months...
Toby: -Pock!- Josh was late...
Toby: ...He never did say why... -Pock!-
Toby: ::sighs:: -Pock!-
Toby: Ginger!
Toby: -Pock!-
Ginger: ::looks in:: Yes?
Toby: Tell Josh that I need to see him.
Ginger: ::nods and closes his door::
Toby: -Pock!-
Toby: ::stops, and puts the ball in his desk drawer::
Toby: ::turns on his TV::
Jed: Charlie!
Charlie: Yes, sir. ::hands him his overcoat::
Jed: Leo!
Leo: Sir.
Leo: ::puts on his trench coat::
Jed: Let's go.
Charlie: There's a car waiting out front.
Leo: Let's blow this joint, Mr. President.
Jed: We're not with the mob, Leo. We don't say things like that.
Charlie: The mob doesn't even say things like that.
Leo: ::shrugs::
Leo: Just trying to lighten things up.
Sam: Done...
Sam: Done!
Sam: Am I amazing or what?
Someone: Mr... Mr. Sam?
Sam: ::blinks:: Hm?
Sam: ::wheels out of his office in his chair::
Sam: Someone call my name?
Someone: Me. Over here.
Someone: ::waves::
Sam: ::squints though he's wearing glasses:: Hi.
Someone: Mr. Sam, we need to talk, please don't call your security guards. ::steps into his office::
Sam: Yah... just close the door...
Someone: ::closes the door::
Someone: Mr. Sam, I'm here on behalf of...
Someone: Baby seals.
Sam: ::rubs his eyes::
Sam: Right... Go on.
Seal-Lady: Mr. Sam, the baby seals cry out to me.
Sam: Yah... Just call me Sam, I guess.
Sam: ::looks around for signs of Josh's doing::
Sam: *Okay, so this one's for real...*
Seal-Lady: Sam, I'm here on their behalf.
Seal-Lady: Baby seals are being killed, killed by American poachers.
Seal-Lady: Mr-- Sorry, Sam...
Seal-Lady: I, um,...
Seal-Lady: Please don't call your guards.
Seal-Lady: I just... I thought you could do something.
Sam: What exactly would you like me to do? And do I have a reputation for calling my guards? I don't even have my own personal ones...
Seal-Lady: I...um...
Seal-Lady: ::sits down::
Seal-Lady: ::jumps up:: Can I sit down?
Seal-Lady: ^_^;;;
Sam: Yes, please.
Seal-Lady: ::sits down::
Seal-Lady: Well, I... I mean, maybe you could talk to the President...
Seal-Lady: I mean, I have pictures...
Seal-Lady: Would you like to see?
Sam: Sure.
Seal-Lady: Are you sure...? They're very sad... ::hands him a small stack of pictures::
Seal-Lady: If these were kittens... would you stand for their bloody murder?
Seal-Lady: I just want to show you... How terrible poaching is.
Seal-Lady: I would like the president to propose a law against poaching.
Sam: ::looks at the pictures::
Sam: ::closes his eyes:: We've been trying...
Seal-Lady: You have...?
Sam: Yah. It's hard for these things to go through...
Seal-Lady: ::smiles::
Seal-Lady: Did you get my letters?
Seal-Lady: ^_^
Sam: Those letters were yours?
Seal-Lady: ::grins and nods::
Sam: Ah.
Seal-Lady: I didn't think they were getting through....
Sam: Well, I will mention this again to the President tomorrow. Maybe I might ask you to come back, and meet with him yourself, in person... He is a very busy man, however...
Seal-Lady: ::blushes::
Seal-Lady: Why, Mr. Sam...
Seal-Lady: ::seriously:: I would be honored.
Sam: I'll do my best.