God, Leo looks like hell today. Where's he going in such a hurry anyway? Hi Leo. I have no clue where Josh is. I don't have him tailed like you do. Oh my God, is he okay? What? Yeah, I'm fine. Yeah, don't worry about me. Go do whatever it is you were gonna do. I'll tell Josh. God, he'd better be okay. I don't know what I'd .. . What am I saying? It's not like I need him. I'll have to tell Carol. This will have to go into the briefing at four. Toby, what are you doing getting hit by a car? God, I don't know... I'm not used to people I know getting hit by cars, much less people I work with or even like a little bit. True, you're not very civil, you remind me of Oscar the Grouch, and you have a way of caring about nothing but you're work, but you're also intelligent, caring, if only to me (I wonder why sometimes), you're hot when you take charge. And you were so adorable when you talked about Julia Child. Goddamn it you better be all right, Toby, or I swear... God what am I gonna do?
Carol, call Sam and find out what he knows about Toby. He got hit by a car. Yeah, I know. Listen, don't tell anyone. Yeah, I know. You're trustworthy, I just... Yeah, thanks. Okay, I can do this. Safe in my office. The door's closed, no one can get to me. Why do I feel this way? Knock knock, who's here to make me feel even more stressed? Hi Danny. No I didn't get lunch after all. What do you need? No, I'm fine. Danny, I'm fine!! Sigh. No, I'm sorry. It's just... No, I can't tell you. Just let me deal with .. Yes, because it's a potential story. Thank you. God, he can be sweet sometimes. I'm so frustrated. Where, in signing up for this job, did I give up my rights as a human being, I wonder? All these late nights, lonely hours, frustrating arguments and evil politicians climbing all over the administration trying to suck it dry with their little metaphorical teeth. I need a vacation.