| 3.16 The US Poet Laureate TOBY: I’ll talk to her CJ: Why? TOBY: ‘Cause. (Long pause) What? CJ: Is it possible you have a little touch of the poet? Or would like a little touch of the poet? TOBY: Yes. POTUS: Why are you smiling? TOBY: Happiness is my default position. BONNIE: Well there’s the section for sightings about town. DONNA: This is reserved for actual Josh Encounters of the Third Kind, most of which seem to take place in restaurants and haberdasheries to which you’ve never been. Unless you’re leading a double life and I think we both know you’re not that clever. JOSH: Lemonlyman.com? DONNA: Right now we’re looking at the Josh fantasy Date section which is – this should be pretty self-explanatory – where women and more than a few men, I gotta say , post on what they would do if- JOSH: All right, can all of you who don’t work here go where you work? MARGARET: I wanna work here now. LEO: It’s not nice to call people dumb. POTUS: You’re pretty dumb, were you offended? Look at that, I did it again. SAM: By the way, my Princeton tigers could whup your Cal Bears any day of the week. CJ: At what? SAM: Logarithms, possibly. JOSH: These are the people talking! I’m not an elitist. DONNA: You are an elitist. JOSH: I am an elitist but I have respect for those who don’t measure up. SAM: You lose, I win, twas ever thus! POTUS: “Another sky, another June, another something that rhymes with June.” SAM: Before I look for anything I look for a mind at work. No one’s saying a President needs a tenured chair in semiotics but he needs to have… AINSLEY: What? SAM: Gravitas. AINSLEY: And how do you measure that? SAM: You don’t. But we know it when we see it, and Republicans tend to mock it when they do. CJ: I’m assigning an intern from the press office, they’re gonna check it every night and if they discover you’ve posted I’m gonna shove a mother-board so far up your ass- JOSH: Technically I outrank you. CJ: SO FAR UP YOUR ASS! |