Josh: Donna, I didn't happen to tell you anything that
I might have done to possibly annoy someone else
today, did I?
Donna: No, I don't think so. Go fish.
Josh: ::takes one of the bagels out of his desk::
Josh: Ok, good. I think I've reached my quota for the week already...
Ginger: Donna, Toby wants Josh.
Josh: Doomsday approacheth?
Ginger: ::shrugs::
Josh: Ok, I'll be right back... ::sighs to Donna::
Donna: ::nods::
Josh: ::follows Ginger::
Josh: Yah, Toby, what do you want?
Toby: Sit down Josh, watch this.
Josh: It's a bunch of birds in winter. I didn't know we got other channels like this...
Toby: They're not just a bunch of birds. They're a species that thrives very well, in every habitat they're found.
Josh: So they're special.
Toby: They're smart.
Toby: They're preparing for winter, but not this one. The next one. They'll be ready.
Josh: Ah... Lesson learned.
Toby: Why were you late today?
Josh: It was kind of a behind-locked-doors situation... Well drawers really, but...
Josh: I'll be there next time.
Toby: Okay.
Toby: Are you doing okay?
Josh: Yah. I'm fine.
Toby: ...and Donna?
Josh: ::raises an eyebrow slightly:: Yah... she's good. She's my guardian, so she has her work cut out for her.
Toby: ::nods::
Josh: I'm going to go... I've got some paperwork...
Toby: Remember the birds...
Josh: They're smarter than me, that's all I know.
Toby: Good. Now get out of my office before I throw you out.
Josh: Yah. ::walks back to home sweet home::
Jed: I love this place. I always forget that I do, but I do.
Leo: It's a nice place.
Jed: ::nods and smiles at the waitress::
Leo: I would like the buffalo wings, extra spicy, please.
Leo: And an iced tea.
Donna: ::plays tiddlywinks with some pennies she had in her purse::
Josh: Hey Donna, you want to help me fill out lots of useless forms about myself?
Donna: Sure, I love talking about myself...Oh. You mean yourself.
Donna: Sure, why not.
Jed: ::speaks to the waitress:: I'm the classy one here - I'll have the brie and salmon for a starter and a bottled cider, if you have one.
Leo: ::turns mildly pink::
Jed: ::kicks him lightly under the table and smirks::
Leo: ::chuckles softly::
Jed: Just an appetizer... you know I'm going to get the steak later. Don't worry Leo, I still think you're better than me.
Leo: ::laughs::
Leo: Good thing, too, wouldn't want you getting all high and mighty.
Jed: Me? High and mighty!
Leo: No, sir, not at all,.
Leo: ::sips his iced tea::
Jed: Leo, you're too kind.
Leo: ::chuckles:: Far from it.
Leo: Ah, enjoy the atmosphere...::listens to the jazz music playing in the background:: So, Mr. President. Do you have any ideas for the next campaign? Any catchy slogans?
Jed: No ideas at all.
Jed: ...'Bartlet: Just vote for the Bastard.'
Leo: ::laughs::
Leo: Good one.
Donna: What's your mother's maiden name?
Josh: Do you have to drag my mother into this?
Donna: Well, you need it for this license
Donna: Or whatever this is.
Josh: Archenholz
Donna: Bless you.
Josh: Yah, that's what they always told her. That's why she married young.
Donna: ::chuckles as she fills out forms::
Josh: 'How many sexual partners did you have between 1900 and 1950?'
Josh: Wow. I love these forms.
Josh: What would you say is a good answer to that?
Josh: How about ninety-seven point five....
Donna: ::suspiciously:: How many sexual partners did you have between 1900 and 1950?
Josh: Ok, so I'm lying. I didn't have ninety-seven and a half...
Josh: It was more like ninety-eight..
Donna: You floozy.
Josh: What can I say? I was irresistible even before I was considering being born.
Jed: ::orders:: Steak, well-done, with all the trimmings. ::looks to Leo:: Your turn.
Leo: Fettucine, with white wine sauce and a side of baked scallions.
Leo: ::smirks at Jed::
Jed: ::bites his tongue::
Josh: Donna, how many baked hams do I eat in an average year?
Josh: And how many bank scams do I participate in annually?
Donna: ::smiles::
Leo: ::holds up his glass:: To a successful campaign.
Jed: ::clinks his glass with Leo's::
Jed: ::nods::
Leo: ::nods::
Leo: Cheers.
Leo: ::drinks::
Jed: ::drinks::
Josh: Oh, hey, Donna...
Donna: Hmm.
Josh: Toby... asked me if you were ok or not. I said yes, but... yah.
Donna: Yeah, I'm fine, why shouldn't I be? ::fills out more forms::
Josh: ::shrugs::
Donna: How much ice cream do you eat on an average day?
Sam: ::stands up:: Well, I have somewhere to be Miss... Miss. I will try to arrange that meeting with the President for tomorrow or later this week, if he has room - you'll be in the area?
Seal-Lady: Oh, yes, my apartment is just down the road.
Seal-Lady: Would you like my card?
Sam: Yah, okay.
Sam: ::opens the door for her::
Seal-Lady: ::hands him a card saying "Edwina Adams, Greenpeace Advisor" and her phone number::
Sam: ::smiles:: I will be in touch, then Edwina.
Edwina: Oh, um, ::mild blush:: Thank you, Sam.
Edwina: Umm, which way should I go?
Sam: ::nods:: One of the agents can show you out, if you need.
Edwina: All right.
Sam: ::waves a little and leaves towards the Oval office::
Edwina: ^_^
Edwina: ::walks away::
Josh: ::counts on his fingers::
Josh: Yah, ok. 10.
Josh: ::writes::
Charlie: Hey Sam.
Sam: Hey Charlie. Two things.
Charlie: Okay.
Sam: One: I need a meeting for myself with the President regarding campaigning and such. Two: I need a meeting with the President for five minutes for an Edwina Adams.
Charlie: Yah, I think he's got some time tomorrow...
Sam: Really? Great. Where is he, by the way?
Charlie: Dinner with Leo.
Sam: Yah?
Charlie: Yep.
Sam: ::leaves to find Toby::
Donna: Have you ever had a hunting or fishing license revoked?
Josh: Yah, it was pretty embarrassing standing there in that boat full of fish.
Josh: To answer your question, No.
Donna: Good to know. ::writes::
Toby: Ginger! My TV won't turn off.
Ginger: ::looks in::
Ginger: Did you press the off button?
Toby: Thank you, Ginger. ::displays the non-working remote::
Ginger: What about the button on the TV.
Toby: ::blinks::
Toby: ::stands up and turns it off::
Ginger: Men have no use for their legs anymore. You're all lazy and good for nothing.
Ginger: No offense. ::leaves::
Toby: Yeah, love you too, Ginger.
Sam: ::walks into Toby's office::
Sam: ::looks back out at Ginger and then to Toby::
Sam: Is there something going on that I should know about?
Toby: Yeah, I get cable and everyone's jealous.
Sam: Oh. I see.
Toby: So what do have for me.
Sam: Nothing, but I set up a meeting.
Toby: Ah, so someone does listen to my advice.
Edwina: ::wanders around rather aimlessly until she finds the door, still thinking about Sam::
Edwina: *I mean, baby seals.*
Edwina: *Baby seals, baby seals...*
Donna: ::yawns and looks at her watch::
Donna: When are we getting out of here?
Josh: ::looks at the clock:: Not soon enough.
Josh: ::looks over at CJ's office::
Josh: What's going on in there? The door's been shut for awhile.
Donna: Maybe she's playing with her fish.
Danny: So, what's stopping us?
CJ: Nothing, besides the fact that I have a job that never stops.
CJ: Technically, I leave at 5, but my day never ends, you know that.
Danny: And yet, you know of a place that the day can be ours.
CJ: ...
CJ: Shush.
CJ: ::looks at her planner::
CJ: I suppose I'm free this Saturday...
Danny: ::shakes his head:: Can't do it Saturday. I've got Chidoln and Harris, and some others that I've got to see.
CJ: Well, I've got a conference Sunday.
Danny: ::pulls out a small planner thing::
Danny: Oh wait, here we go. December 25th... How's that sound?
CJ: Christmas?
CJ: ::sort-of half smiles::
Danny: ::smiles:: We've said it before, and I'll reiterate... We have no time.
CJ: You're booked until Christmas.
CJ: ::shakes her head::
Danny: It was a joke...
CJ: An accurate one.
Danny: ::kisses her on the forehead:: There'll be time. ::walks to the door::
CJ: ::smiles:: Call me, will you?
Danny: Yes. ::walks out of the door::
Josh: Yes! One last question! When was the last time I ever bought a family member a watch?
Donna: Last September.
Josh: Ok.
Donna: ::sees Danny leave::
Josh: He's the only reason I can think of why I would rather my office not be next to CJ's.
Donna: Heh.
Donna: He seems nice enough.
Josh: Yah, I don't really have anything against him... It's just...
CJ: ::looks at Gail and shakes her head:: See, you're a fish. You don't have to worry about these things.
CJ: You need some sort of house...
CJ: That's what you need.
CJ: Maybe a boy fish to keep you company...
CJ: What's a good name for a boy fish?
CJ: Bob and Gail... Jim and Gail... Richard and Gail... Bradley and Gail...
CJ: ::shakes her head:: I just don't know.
CJ: Martin and Gail...
CJ: Hmm... That's not bad...
CJ: What do you think?
Gail: Blub. Blub blub.
CJ: Hmm, it's off to the pet shop tonight then...
Josh: ::hears CJ's conversation with her fish::
Donna: No, I don't think so. Go fish.
Josh: ::takes one of the bagels out of his desk::
Josh: Ok, good. I think I've reached my quota for the week already...
Ginger: Donna, Toby wants Josh.
Josh: Doomsday approacheth?
Ginger: ::shrugs::
Josh: Ok, I'll be right back... ::sighs to Donna::
Donna: ::nods::
Josh: ::follows Ginger::
Josh: Yah, Toby, what do you want?
Toby: Sit down Josh, watch this.
Josh: It's a bunch of birds in winter. I didn't know we got other channels like this...
Toby: They're not just a bunch of birds. They're a species that thrives very well, in every habitat they're found.
Josh: So they're special.
Toby: They're smart.
Toby: They're preparing for winter, but not this one. The next one. They'll be ready.
Josh: Ah... Lesson learned.
Toby: Why were you late today?
Josh: It was kind of a behind-locked-doors situation... Well drawers really, but...
Josh: I'll be there next time.
Toby: Okay.
Toby: Are you doing okay?
Josh: Yah. I'm fine.
Toby: ...and Donna?
Josh: ::raises an eyebrow slightly:: Yah... she's good. She's my guardian, so she has her work cut out for her.
Toby: ::nods::
Josh: I'm going to go... I've got some paperwork...
Toby: Remember the birds...
Josh: They're smarter than me, that's all I know.
Toby: Good. Now get out of my office before I throw you out.
Josh: Yah. ::walks back to home sweet home::
Jed: I love this place. I always forget that I do, but I do.
Leo: It's a nice place.
Jed: ::nods and smiles at the waitress::
Leo: I would like the buffalo wings, extra spicy, please.
Leo: And an iced tea.
Donna: ::plays tiddlywinks with some pennies she had in her purse::
Josh: Hey Donna, you want to help me fill out lots of useless forms about myself?
Donna: Sure, I love talking about myself...Oh. You mean yourself.
Donna: Sure, why not.
Jed: ::speaks to the waitress:: I'm the classy one here - I'll have the brie and salmon for a starter and a bottled cider, if you have one.
Leo: ::turns mildly pink::
Jed: ::kicks him lightly under the table and smirks::
Leo: ::chuckles softly::
Jed: Just an appetizer... you know I'm going to get the steak later. Don't worry Leo, I still think you're better than me.
Leo: ::laughs::
Leo: Good thing, too, wouldn't want you getting all high and mighty.
Jed: Me? High and mighty!
Leo: No, sir, not at all,.
Leo: ::sips his iced tea::
Jed: Leo, you're too kind.
Leo: ::chuckles:: Far from it.
Leo: Ah, enjoy the atmosphere...::listens to the jazz music playing in the background:: So, Mr. President. Do you have any ideas for the next campaign? Any catchy slogans?
Jed: No ideas at all.
Jed: ...'Bartlet: Just vote for the Bastard.'
Leo: ::laughs::
Leo: Good one.
Donna: What's your mother's maiden name?
Josh: Do you have to drag my mother into this?
Donna: Well, you need it for this license
Donna: Or whatever this is.
Josh: Archenholz
Donna: Bless you.
Josh: Yah, that's what they always told her. That's why she married young.
Donna: ::chuckles as she fills out forms::
Josh: 'How many sexual partners did you have between 1900 and 1950?'
Josh: Wow. I love these forms.
Josh: What would you say is a good answer to that?
Josh: How about ninety-seven point five....
Donna: ::suspiciously:: How many sexual partners did you have between 1900 and 1950?
Josh: Ok, so I'm lying. I didn't have ninety-seven and a half...
Josh: It was more like ninety-eight..
Donna: You floozy.
Josh: What can I say? I was irresistible even before I was considering being born.
Jed: ::orders:: Steak, well-done, with all the trimmings. ::looks to Leo:: Your turn.
Leo: Fettucine, with white wine sauce and a side of baked scallions.
Leo: ::smirks at Jed::
Jed: ::bites his tongue::
Josh: Donna, how many baked hams do I eat in an average year?
Josh: And how many bank scams do I participate in annually?
Donna: ::smiles::
Leo: ::holds up his glass:: To a successful campaign.
Jed: ::clinks his glass with Leo's::
Jed: ::nods::
Leo: ::nods::
Leo: Cheers.
Leo: ::drinks::
Jed: ::drinks::
Josh: Oh, hey, Donna...
Donna: Hmm.
Josh: Toby... asked me if you were ok or not. I said yes, but... yah.
Donna: Yeah, I'm fine, why shouldn't I be? ::fills out more forms::
Josh: ::shrugs::
Donna: How much ice cream do you eat on an average day?
Sam: ::stands up:: Well, I have somewhere to be Miss... Miss. I will try to arrange that meeting with the President for tomorrow or later this week, if he has room - you'll be in the area?
Seal-Lady: Oh, yes, my apartment is just down the road.
Seal-Lady: Would you like my card?
Sam: Yah, okay.
Sam: ::opens the door for her::
Seal-Lady: ::hands him a card saying "Edwina Adams, Greenpeace Advisor" and her phone number::
Sam: ::smiles:: I will be in touch, then Edwina.
Edwina: Oh, um, ::mild blush:: Thank you, Sam.
Edwina: Umm, which way should I go?
Sam: ::nods:: One of the agents can show you out, if you need.
Edwina: All right.
Sam: ::waves a little and leaves towards the Oval office::
Edwina: ^_^
Edwina: ::walks away::
Josh: ::counts on his fingers::
Josh: Yah, ok. 10.
Josh: ::writes::
Charlie: Hey Sam.
Sam: Hey Charlie. Two things.
Charlie: Okay.
Sam: One: I need a meeting for myself with the President regarding campaigning and such. Two: I need a meeting with the President for five minutes for an Edwina Adams.
Charlie: Yah, I think he's got some time tomorrow...
Sam: Really? Great. Where is he, by the way?
Charlie: Dinner with Leo.
Sam: Yah?
Charlie: Yep.
Sam: ::leaves to find Toby::
Donna: Have you ever had a hunting or fishing license revoked?
Josh: Yah, it was pretty embarrassing standing there in that boat full of fish.
Josh: To answer your question, No.
Donna: Good to know. ::writes::
Toby: Ginger! My TV won't turn off.
Ginger: ::looks in::
Ginger: Did you press the off button?
Toby: Thank you, Ginger. ::displays the non-working remote::
Ginger: What about the button on the TV.
Toby: ::blinks::
Toby: ::stands up and turns it off::
Ginger: Men have no use for their legs anymore. You're all lazy and good for nothing.
Ginger: No offense. ::leaves::
Toby: Yeah, love you too, Ginger.
Sam: ::walks into Toby's office::
Sam: ::looks back out at Ginger and then to Toby::
Sam: Is there something going on that I should know about?
Toby: Yeah, I get cable and everyone's jealous.
Sam: Oh. I see.
Toby: So what do have for me.
Sam: Nothing, but I set up a meeting.
Toby: Ah, so someone does listen to my advice.
Edwina: ::wanders around rather aimlessly until she finds the door, still thinking about Sam::
Edwina: *I mean, baby seals.*
Edwina: *Baby seals, baby seals...*
Donna: ::yawns and looks at her watch::
Donna: When are we getting out of here?
Josh: ::looks at the clock:: Not soon enough.
Josh: ::looks over at CJ's office::
Josh: What's going on in there? The door's been shut for awhile.
Donna: Maybe she's playing with her fish.
Danny: So, what's stopping us?
CJ: Nothing, besides the fact that I have a job that never stops.
CJ: Technically, I leave at 5, but my day never ends, you know that.
Danny: And yet, you know of a place that the day can be ours.
CJ: ...
CJ: Shush.
CJ: ::looks at her planner::
CJ: I suppose I'm free this Saturday...
Danny: ::shakes his head:: Can't do it Saturday. I've got Chidoln and Harris, and some others that I've got to see.
CJ: Well, I've got a conference Sunday.
Danny: ::pulls out a small planner thing::
Danny: Oh wait, here we go. December 25th... How's that sound?
CJ: Christmas?
CJ: ::sort-of half smiles::
Danny: ::smiles:: We've said it before, and I'll reiterate... We have no time.
CJ: You're booked until Christmas.
CJ: ::shakes her head::
Danny: It was a joke...
CJ: An accurate one.
Danny: ::kisses her on the forehead:: There'll be time. ::walks to the door::
CJ: ::smiles:: Call me, will you?
Danny: Yes. ::walks out of the door::
Josh: Yes! One last question! When was the last time I ever bought a family member a watch?
Donna: Last September.
Josh: Ok.
Donna: ::sees Danny leave::
Josh: He's the only reason I can think of why I would rather my office not be next to CJ's.
Donna: Heh.
Donna: He seems nice enough.
Josh: Yah, I don't really have anything against him... It's just...
CJ: ::looks at Gail and shakes her head:: See, you're a fish. You don't have to worry about these things.
CJ: You need some sort of house...
CJ: That's what you need.
CJ: Maybe a boy fish to keep you company...
CJ: What's a good name for a boy fish?
CJ: Bob and Gail... Jim and Gail... Richard and Gail... Bradley and Gail...
CJ: ::shakes her head:: I just don't know.
CJ: Martin and Gail...
CJ: Hmm... That's not bad...
CJ: What do you think?
Gail: Blub. Blub blub.
CJ: Hmm, it's off to the pet shop tonight then...
Josh: ::hears CJ's conversation with her fish::
