1.05 CRACKPOTS AND THESE WOMEN
	TOBY: Mr. President, there's no shame in calling it quits. All you have to do is say "Toby, you are the superior athlete" and slink on off the court. POTUS: Do you want to play or do you want to write my eulogy? TOBY: Can I be honest with you? JOSH: Is today total crackpot day? LEO: (Smacks Josh's head) That was for "Total crackpot day" MANDY: Mr. President, if you could also see your way clear to not answering that question like an economics professor with a big ol' stick up his butt, that would be good, too. POTUS: I *am* an economics professor with a big ol' stick up my butt, but I"ll do what i can for ya, there, Mandy. TOBY: Now let me say just one other thing. If I were an actor, or a writer, or a director or a producer in Hollywood, and someone would start coming at me with a list of things that were American and un-American, i'd start to think it was sounding eerily familiar. POTUS: Toby, do I look like Joe McCarthy to you? TOBY: No, sir. No one ever looks like Joe McCarthy, it's how they get through the door in the first place. JOSH: You look good! ZOEY: You look like death on a triscuit! JOSH: Oh, thank you very much. I've been seeing a new barber.