All language subtitles for Veep-103

SELINA:
Did you see that caption

underneath the photo
of me from the
Hennessey fundraiser?

"Who's the real First Lady?"
Sexist bullshit.
Can't get drawn into it.

Comparing our clothing
budgets and our stylists,

like that's all we care about?

And that Mark Rivera
called me a diva
in his column.

Stupid fucking midget.

Clearly he hasn't
heard you sing.
The guy's a dick.

Hey, Gary,
did you find me
a dog yet?

Yeah, I've selected
a few candidates.

Or should I say
canine-didates? (LAUGHS)

AMY: No,
you shouldn't say that.

Let me see.
What do you think of that?

A terrier?
Yeah.

No way. A terrier is
a diva dog. Forget it.

I don't need
a ball of yappy hair

shitting its body weight
every 30 minutes.

Do you want a cat?
I can get you a cat.

No, no. I feel like
a bad mom, you know?

'Cause I never let
Catherine get a dog
when she was little.

So this is
a fresh start for us.
It's parental ground zero.

Oh, wow!

Look at this.

Twenty years in DC.
Congratulations.

Thank you.

I didn't think you guys
would eat the pineapple.

Listen, you're
a dog person, right?

What kind of dog do you have?

I have a real dog.
Uh-huh.

Simon, black Labrador.

SUE: Simon?
What an unbelievable name.

I guess he just
looked like a Simon.

Go on, get the photo out, Mike.

I don't think
we need to see the photo.

Oh, I'd love to see a photo.

Sure.
Let me see.

Such a shiny coat, no?

How do you get that
coat so shiny, Mike?

Uh, keep him hydrated.
Lots of water. You know?

To drink or applied
directly to the coat?

Ha! Leave my fake dog alone.

You know, I was just thinking,

maybe we should get
a rescue dog
'cause it'll play great.

As long as it's not
one of those animals
with three legs and a wheel.

Yeah.

Four legs, good.
Three legs, bad.
I got it.

"Whassup," as they say
in the late '90s?

Hey, Jonah.
Did the President
cancel the Chinese Premier

to come to my 20th party?

No, ma'am.

Although I'm sure
he wouldn't miss it
for the world

if it weren't for the fact
that he runs the world.

(MOCK LAUGHTER)

I'm sure his absence
has nothing to do

with your rift
with the First Lady.

What? There is no rift.

It was one tiny,
little disagreement

and everyone's making it out
like we had a catfight

in the Map Room or something.

She'd be a rough
fighter, though.

She's got big shoulders.
Those aren't pads.

Oh, ma'am,
POTUS also wanted to know
when you would be announcing

the oil guy
that's gonna be going
on the Clean Jobs Task Force.

This bozo Mike's on it.

So today? Tomorrow?

Blink if you
understand me, Mike.

Ha, ha.

And as regards to
the rift rumors,

I'll keep my ear to
the ground for you.

Be careful your ears
don't pop on the way down.

Okay, can everybody
come in here, please?

Sure.
Come on.

Right, we're gonna have
to shut down this story

about me and the First Lady.

I mean, it means
we're gonna
have to undiva my party.

We're gonna have to
lose those huge photos of me.

No, I like those.
I know, they're great photos.

I know, but there's
no way we can have them.

It's a good idea.
We don't want you
to look like...

Stalin.

I was gonna say Eva Peron.

Yeah,
I prefer that comparison.
Less of a mustache.

And you know what, actually,
she was kind of chic.

Gorgeous.
Mmm-hmm.
Looks like Madonna.

Yeah. Hmm.

Uh, Mike, have you
announced Chuck yet?

I'm still working on it, Amy.
Oh, come on.

This is not the Hoover Dam.

Yeah, it is the Hoover Dam.
Filled with shit.

And when we announce
Chuck Furnam, an ex-oil guy,

on the Clean Jobs Task Force,

do you know what happens
with all that shit, Amy?

Uh, does it get used
in a clumsy and
unpleasant analogy by you?

Look, Amy, oil already hates me

'cause we're closing
their tax loopholes

and making them pay for cleanup,

so now I'm eating
everyone's shit.

I'm like the last guy in
a human centipede with this.

And there it is.

We just got to put
one guy on Clean Jobs.

Chuck's oily,
but he's not evil oily.

He's ex-oil.

Yeah, you put it out today.

Today? Half of DC
is at Senator Reeves'
dedication ceremony.

Well, then you put it out there.

I thought it might be
disrespectful,
but you're right.

He was Rapey Reeves.
When was that guy
ever respectful?

AMY: Okay, your daughter
gets here in two hours.

God, today feels like
the perfect storm,
doesn't it?

Yeah, Hurricane Selina.

Yeah. Uh-oh,
wait a minute.

Does that exist?
Hurricane Selina?

Oh, I don't...
Can we run a check on that?

GARY: I'm binging it.

Too full.
Dan and Jonah,
out, please.

And just so you know,
this is also
what would happen

if we were in a lifeboat.

You're not gonna believe this.

Selina is on
next year's
list of hurricanes.

Oh, shit!

What if it hits
and we get
headlines saying,

"Selina causing
large-scale devastation?"

People won't
equate you with
a natural disaster, ma'am.

Really, Amy?
'Cause I've met
some people, okay?

Real people,
and I've got to tell you,

a lot of them
are fucking idiots.

(SIRENS BLARING)

MIKE: Oh, my God.
Do you see this?

The Senator Reeves
Recreation Center.

Did you know old
Grandpa Fumblepants
couldn't even swim?

Mmm-hmm.

He would just hang out
in the shallow end and stare.

(LAUGHS)

You know what his
favorite stroke was?

Uh, was it dick stroke?

It was dick stroke.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Widow, widow, widow.

He was such a wonderful man.

Thank you so much, Selina.

Oh, look at him here.
He is so happy.

I'm sorry about your
feud with the First Lady.

Oh, you know...

Is it true that she
stole your stylist?

No. You know,
the newspapers just
make all this stuff...

Sorry, ma'am. This is
the President calling.

It just can't wait.
Oh, I have to take this.

Will you excuse me?
Go ahead.

Hello? Yes.
Hi, Mr. President.

FYI, ma'am,
the President is not calling.

FYI, Gary, no shit.

Okay.

Is Chuck announced yet?

I'm waiting for
the perfect time, okay?

You are like a...

Earlobe, you're just there,
just wobbling.

Doyle is right there.
I know.

Do it now.
I will.

Senator Doyle.
(LOW) Stop.

Mike wanted a word,
if you don't mind.

Mike McLintock.

You are well?
Yes, sir. Very good, sir.

Oh, holy shit.
These mushrooms are amazing.

What is it, Mike?

Must be ricotta or
something in there.

Oh, that's funny.
Yeah.

Goody, I love humor.
Yeah.

I have a hypothetical for you.
Okay.

What would you say
if we announced

Chuck Furnam to
the Clean Jobs Task Force?

Furnam?
Yeah, Chuck.

Well, that would be
a betrayal from the Veep.

Not necessarily.

So I imagine that
I would mix
ape shit with bat shit,

raise it to a whole
new level of fury,

then I'd probably
rip your face off

and use your
eye sockets
as a sex toy.

It's just a hypothetical
like yours.

Chuck would just be token oil.

Oil would think
he's their Trojan horse,

he'd be a hollow horse.

Not a hollow horse.
That's a Trojan horse.

He'd be a hollow
Trojan horse, sir.

I was promised no one from oil.

Chuck's not oil.
He retired a year ago.

Yeah, from oil.

Now I fucking want to speak
to the Vice President.

Okay.

Hurricane forecast
is looking good,

and your daughter's
just arrived at the office.

Great, that's our cue.

Hallowes, Hurricane Hallowes.

Hi. Hello.

Barbara. Hello.

I am so sorry, Senator Hallowes.

The President is calling.
Oh, dear. I'm sorry.

Excuse me just for one second.

Listen, while you take
your fake phone call,

is it okay if I steal
Dan for a second?

Or should I say steal Dan back?

Could you hold on
just one second?

You know what?
Actually, this
phone call is not fake.

And Dan is his own man.
He can go wherever he wants.

Okay. This way, Dan.

I'm sorry to keep you
holding, Mr. President.

You know who's a fucking diva?

That's a fucking diva.
That one.

So how's college?

It's good.

You know, except for the whole
Secret Service detail,
I think I'm actually...

Office of the Vice President.

Starting to blend in.

No, at lunchtime
she eats lunch. Goodbye.

Have you chosen a new dog yet?

What dog?

Your mom is getting a dog.
Apologies if
that was a secret.

(PHONE RINGING)

Office of the Vice President.

You dumped my daughter by text
and didn't even apologize.

Oh, no, I did.
I signed off with
colon open brackets.

Listen, is Selina
really trying to appease

the oil lobby with Chuck Furnam?

I suppose Chuck could be
viewed as a gesture.

Chuck is a gesture all right.

Do you know what these
oil wise guys call him?

They call him,
"Who the fuck
is Chuck Furnam?"

Chuck Furnam's at 12:15.
Now he's at 12:00.
Now he's here.

Madam Vice President.

Chuck! How are you?

I was promised movement
on the Clean Jobs.

Yes.

Between us, we might
possibly make your
announcement today.

Yes. Yes.
Yes. Right.

Oh, my.

Fantastic.

Thank you, ma'am.
And, you know,

I've been thinking
ever since I saw them,

your grandchildren,
Marion and...

Richard.

Yes, Richard.
And I have some
Vice Presidential M&Ms

that I would love
for them to have.

You see the seal right there?
Except we'll need another one

because there are
two grandchildren.

I'm out.
You're out?

I'm out.
Oh! Hmm.

Well, that's a shame.

I don't know how
that happened. Okay.

Thank you so much.

You're so welcome.

Wake up, Dan.
This is oil.

You nominate Chuck Furnam,
and these guys will

fucking take his
head off with a shovel.

Selina needs to
find somebody else.

I'm glad you enjoyed yourself.

Carol Hallowes, hi.

Oh, Mrs. Reeves,
I am so sorry for your loss.

Your husband was
a massive player.

Politically speaking, of course.

I'm Jonah.
(CRYING)

I work at the White House.

Are you okay, ma'am?

Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't even realize.
Are you okay?

Would you please
get me a glass of water?

You know what?
There aren't any waiters,
at least that I've seen...

Jonah, would you please
get her a glass of water?

Absolutely.
Of course. Of course.

I guess all those tears
must be dehydrating.

I don't think
it works like that.

You know, I'll just
get the water, okay?

Cock-blocking widow.

Senator Doyle went
"black swan" over Chuck.

He says we promised him no oil.

I implied to Chuck
that we would announce today.

Shit. Is he senile
enough to forget?

Hey.
Hey, how was Hallowes?

"Dan, hi.
I hate Chuck Furnam."
Wait, what?

Yeah, she's predicting
all kinds of
backlash from oil.

How could oil not
like Chuck Furnam?

He's not oily enough.
Oh.

Unconnected.
For all the reasons

that we loved him,
they hate him.

Okay, so now we have
two catch-22
situations simultaneously.

Is there even a name for that?

How about catch-44?
Gary.

Okay, I'm gonna run it
by an oil lobbyist.

Sidney Purcell
is right there.
Oh, good.

Do that, Amy. Go.

Okay.

Well, most of the party
photos need to be removed.

I don't know.
Use your instincts

and your eyes,
then your hands
and arms. Thank you.

It's really nice that
my mom's getting a new dog.

I always wanted a dog.

Hey, Catherine,
you want some more coffee?

No, I'm still drinking this one.

You know, you don't
have to entertain me.

I'm cool with my own thoughts.

Oh, thank God.

'Cause I'm getting e-mails
like every other heartbeat.

(SOFTLY) Yeah.
(TYPING)

Oh, hi, Sidney.
How are you?

Oh, good. You know,
full of free shrimp.

Hey, here's the thing,
Clean Jobs.

Clean Jobs, yeah.
What's going on there?
You guys got a name yet?

You too afraid of
wrecking the
Earth's resources

to print up a press release?

I was actually
gonna run a name by you.

Don't say Chuck Furnam.
Do not say Chuck Furnam.

If you say Chuck Furnam,
I will go into
anaphylactic fucking shock.

I'm saying Chuck Furnam.
Fucking hell!

Are you kidding me?
Chuck Furnam?
That's fucking official?

Chuck is oil.

No. No, no, hey.
I'm sorry, no.

He's not oil.
He's a fucking fossil,
but he's not oil.

We need somebody
who is plugged in.

The only thing that
Chuck is plugged into
is his fucking piss bag.

Your comments are noted.

Oh, good. I love being noted.
Thank you.

He said, "Fuck Chuck."
Oh, my God.

Okay, Chuck is dead
and we're gonna just
have to keep him quiet

because this whole place
is swarming with
bored reporters

who are on
pervert memorial duty.

So your job, Mike,
is to keep him in your sight

until we find a replacement.

Okay, where'd he go?

He must be in the bathroom.
That prostate of his.

Get in there, Mike. Go.

This in no way
will be demeaning.

Just pretend
you're picking him up,
you know, and he's blind.

Mayday at 10 o'clock.
Senator Doyle is approaching.

Sidney Purcell, too,
five o'clock.

Hallowes is in quadrant three
right behind you,
right behind you.

We've got to
get out of here.
Widow walk.

People don't shout at you
when you're standing

next to the dead man's
grieving widow.

That's very good.

Mrs. Reeves.

Dan Egan,
I'm with the Vice President.

I just wanted to
tell you how much
I thought of your husband.

Well, thank you.
What a handsome young man.

Quite the WILF yourself.
You're back.

Yes, I'm back.

Unfortunately we're
just about to leave.
But I wanted to say...

But if you could perhaps
walk the Vice President
out to her car...

Delightful.
It will give us a chance
for some juicy gossip.

Okay.
Now is it true

that the First Lady
calls you Creepy Veepy?

I'm very excited about it.
Goodbye.

(DOOR OPENS)

What are you
excited about, Chuck?

Are you the new
face of Louis Vuitton?

Have you been
telling people about your
appointment to Clean Jobs?

What's the problem?

The Vice President
told me it's as
good as announced.

As good as announced
is not announced.

You are as good as dead,
but you're not
actually dead. Not yet.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Okay, Doyle and the party
hate me because of Chuck

and oil hates me
because of Chuck.

First Lady hates you
because you're prettier.

Yeah, that's not what
we're talking about
right now, okay?

(MOUTHS)
(MOUTHS)

I need time.
Do I have time?
Get me more time.

You're supposed to be
having lunch with Catherine.

Shit! Gary, call Sue.

What do you want me to tell her?

Tell her that
I'm canceling the lunch
that was supposed to prove

there's nothing
more important
than Catherine

because
something more important
than Catherine has come up.

Hi, Sue.
That's okay, Gary.
I got all that.

Okay.

Your mom should be
here momentarily.

Oh, she's...

Oh, there's my girl!

My college girl.

Hi, Mother.

Hi, darling. I'm sorry to
keep you waiting, baby.

I'm sorry.
It's okay.

I was just bonding with Sue.

Oh, good.

Oh, Sue, did the President call?

No.
No.

Um, okay. Well, come.
Step into my crib.
We can hang.

(LAUGHS)

You guys ditched me
at a pervert's memorial.
That's some cold shit.

Catherine, hey.

Hey, buddy.

We need to talk.
So I have to have
a little meeting

to find out what
the "F-word" is
going on around here.

Okay.
We'll do this quick.
That's right.

Dan, why don't you
look after Catherine

while we attend
to this urgent
policy matter?

Dan, you've never
met Catherine.
Have you met Catherine?

No.
No, you haven't.
Come here. Come here.

Come, come.
Catherine, this is Dan.

Hi.

He works in yo mama's office.

Hi.
Hi.

So why don't you tell Dan
about the, you know...

Experimental theater course?

Uh, sure. Yeah.
You can talk to
him about that.

You can talk about anything.

DAN: Anything.
Anything. (LAUGHS)

Talk, talk, talk.

Now that we have
the permission to
talk about anything...

(DOOR CLOSES)

Have you ever
read Faulkner before?

Um...

A little bit.

Chuck Furnam leaked.

Now what are our options, Mike?

Look, I don't know, okay?
It's like a fucking
Rubik's Cube.

I mean, it's impossible
at this point.

What, Mike?

A Rubik's Cube is not
impossible to solve.

I saw a Chinese kid
do it in like 10 seconds.

Ten seconds, Mike.

Let me just have
a deep think, okay?
I need some me time.

Just let me get deep.

He's not wrong.
We are in a tight corner.

That's the nature
of the job, I guess.

Ooh, I'm not complaining.
I am glad to be off
dogs and hurricanes

and back in a good old
Washington shit storm.

Speaking of dogs,
what's happening
in that department?

I'm on it.
Okay.

Have you reached
a dog verdict yet?

Your mom said your
decision is final.

Yeah, this one.

(LAUGHS)

Yeah, it looks astonished.

Like it's attached
to jumper cables
or something.

I think he's cute.

Okay, yeah. Yeah.
Hey, guys.

Honey, you've got to change.

Or you're wearing that.
Are you wearing that?

Yeah, I was
planning on it, unless...

Great. Cool. Fantastic.

Can we have just
a quick second to chat?

Yes, sure.

Thank you.

Oh...
I will get out.

Amy, if I could just
talk to you for a quick sec.

If I could.
Okay. Yeah.

Not a problem.

Thank you, darling.

What is that skirt?
Is it a rug?

No, I don't think so.
I think they do that now.

How is she? Is she good?

Well, you know, yeah.
She's her normal self.

Really great.
Oh, good.

So do we have a plan
to solve this Rubik's Cube?

I've been going over...

DAN: Here's an idea.

We announce the dog.
It's soft wash,

breakfast news,
but we tease it out.

We say we're looking for a name.

An ocean of ideas
comes pouring in.

Meantime, we're
buying time to figure
all the other shit out.

That's kind of a great idea.

AMY: Okay.

Did she choose a dog?

Woof.
(AMY LAUGHS)

You got to be
fucking kidding me.
I hate these animals.

This thing is...
Unbelievably cute.

Ma'am, Senator Doyle
just arrived

and he has a face like
he's been stabbed
in the groin.

Um, okay. I can't talk
to him 'cause I'm with
my daughter right now.

Perhaps the widow walk?

Oh, the widow walk.

Madam Vice President.
You're the widow.

Come, honey.
Why are you
ignoring me, ma'am?

We're gonna just pretend...
Darling, don't turn around.

Just keep your
head towards me.
I've been here.

Just pretend like
you're talking
seriously to me.

Wait, Mom,
what's wrong
with your face?

No, nothing, darling.
I'm pretending to talk to you.

But we are talking.

No, no, I mean,
it's a pretend...

(SIRENS BLARING)

I was given your word, ma'am,

that nobody from oil
was gonna be
on the task force,

and now I've got
this Chuck bullshit.

Andrew, this
whole thing
is so nuanced.

And I have a ton of interests
that I have to square...

Twenty years ago,
you had no power,
but you had balls.

Now look at you.

Yeah, now look at me.

I have a dick and balls, okay?

Can we not have this...

No, please.
Don't stop because of me.
This is really interesting.

(SIRENS BLARING)

Hi, I don't think
we've had
the chance to meet,

but I'm thrilled
that you're here.

Congrats on 20 years in DC.

Madam Vice President.

The Vice President
has decided to
adopt a rescue animal.

What kind of animal?

Um, it's a dog.

A dog?
What, like your dog, Mike?

Thank you very much.

Andrew Miller, program
director at
Rainforest Conservancy.

Plays the trumpet.

What important work you do.

And that's not
just the high notes.

I have a recital coming up.
Okay.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

You could have said,
"Don't blow it."

No, I'm not gonna say that.

Look at Gary go.

He's like a human
teleprompter
for small talk.

He calls this Gary-oke.

It's so weird.

It's like he's
the horse whisperer
or something.

Not that I think
your mother's a horse.

Jim Wiseman,
United Laminates
and guest.

Wife, not his daughter.
Wife, not daughter.
Jim.

Madam Vice President.
Good to see you.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Mom's smile is
starting to crack.

It's like her divorce face.

Oh, hey, I come from
a broken home, too.

I found that the turmoil
made me more focused,

more passionate,
more determined to
get the things I want.

I'm Jonah, by the way.
I work at the West Wing
of the White House.

As opposed to what,
the West Wing of Graceland?

Yeah, I can get you
a tour if you'd like.

Yeah, I've seen it before.
(PHONE RINGING)

Jonah, West Wing.

So how'd the dog
announcement go, buddy?

Uh, like a bacon burka.

What does that mean?
Bacon burka?

Nothing. Just if burkas
were made of bacon...

See, it's kind of
an open secret
in Washington

that Mike has an imaginary dog.

Why?

Gets him out of
staying late for work.

We call it his bullshit-tzu.

That's kind of genius.

Thanks, Todd.

Problem? Problem?

Hey!

Last two on the deck
of the Titanic, huh?

Yeah, I think I might jump.

(CHUCKLES)

You know, I can see
right through your shirt.
Is it designed that way?

Ma'am. We have an issue.
Yes?

The White House says
that they would like
a, quote,

Sidney Purcell-type figure

involved on Clean Jobs.

The person.

What a fistful of fucks.

You put Sidney Purcell
on Clean Jobs, it's over.

It's done.
No one's gonna
stomach that.

Well, what do you got?

I kind of want to
call them out
on their bluff.

I got something.
What...

Mr. Purcell.
Hi, Dan Egan,
Vice President's office.

Hi, Dan.

The Vice President
would love to have you
on the Clean Jobs Task Force,

but we both know
that would look
fucking horrible.

Thank you.
So what we're
proposing is this.

Chuck will stay on.
Oh, really?

Okay, so you came over
to tell me that

you're disappointing
the shit out of me.

I didn't know that.
You should have
led with that, buddy.

But you will have
a private channel to the Veep

on all Clean Job-related issues.

You'll have more
influence over policy
than the fucking task force.

I'm gonna go talk to Catherine.

She just got a new roommate.

I don't need factoids
about my daughter, Gary.

Hi, honey. Look at you.
You're standing
all by yourself.

I'm fine, Mom.

Are you hungry, love?
Do you want food?

Uh, no. It's okay.
I already ate.

Okay.

Oh, look here.
They want to take a picture.

Oh, God.
Let's do that.

Yeah, put your drink down, babe.

Mom, I really hate pictures.

No, honey, you're pretty.

You just smile, now.
Smile.

Catherine,
I'm really serious.
Smile, okay?

There you go.
(CAMERA CLICKING)

Oh, that's gonna be good.
That's gonna be sweet.

(CLEARS THROAT)

I heard you have a new roommate.

Uh-huh.

Dilka.
What?

Dilka.
Dilka?

I think her dad's Iranian.

Iranian?

Ah, Senator.
Just wanted to let you
know that your noise

about Chuck Furnam
did the trick.

He's off. Yeah.

Well, that is great.

How did that happen?

Well, oil was so pissed

that we tried to put
lightweight Chuck
onto the task force

that they forced
the President to go
with somebody else,

Sidney Purcell.

Sweet hairy fuck.

I need to speak to
the Vice President.

That's great.
Thank you so much.

Hurricane Selina,
they say they can
change the name.

Oh, you're kidding me.

That is incredibly
great news.
Well done.

You're changing
the name of a hurricane?

Yeah. There was gonna be
a Hurricane Selina,

and that would have been
a disaster for us.

Yeah, naturally.
It's amazing.

You're trying to
control the weather.
You are not fucking Thor, Mom.

I'm just gonna go
do my homework.

No, Catherine, listen.

It's a much more
complicated
and nuanced situation.

No, it's really not.
Don't you yes-men
ever say no to her?

Of course they do.

Yeah, we do. Yeah.

Exactly.
All right, you know what?

You're a little bit
out of control.

Come with me.
Out of control?

Ow!
Yes. No, don't say, "Ow."
You know that didn't hurt.

Get into here.
I need to talk to
you for a second.

Not everything is
always about you.

I know that everything
isn't always about me.
I know that.

You're changing the name
of a hurricane, Mom.

This is how it works.

This is real life.
This is complicated.

This is nuanced.
You need experience.

Nuanced?

Mom, stop talking to me
like a fucking politician.

I've been trying, Catherine.
I've been trying to
talk to you this whole day.

About what?
About everything.

I didn't even know
that you had a new roommate.

What's-his-ass had to tell me.

I know. Gary told you.
All you have to do, Mom,
is ask. Seriously.

(SIGHS)

Okay. How about this?

Um, listen. We are not
gonna change the name
of the hurricane.

Sure.
Thank you, Mom.

I'm sorry I got so upset before.

Oh, look at her apologizing.

Not a problem.

Isn't she good to apologize?

Madam Vice President.
We need to talk.

Okay. What can I do for you?

Well, you need to put
Chuck Furnam back
on the task force.

Wait, I'm confused,
because now you're begging me

to put back onto the task force

the same person
you were begging me
to take off of the task force.

When you say it out loud,
you know, it does sound...

Kind of idiotic.

Well, but it's not
as idiotic as the
current filibuster system.

You know what?
I can find a way
to get Chuck Furnam

on the task force
for you, no problem.

Super.
Super.

Thank you, ma'am.
You betcha.

(LAUGHS) How about that?

Way to go, Dan.

Catch-44, he caught it.

Pow!

Oh, I'm sorry.
Are you guys all
good on Clean Jobs?

Chuck Furnam is on and what?

And Sidney Purcell
will stay on as an advisor
in an unofficial capacity.

All right. Tick it.

We can pick up the dog tomorrow.

Great.
I'm sorry. What are
you guys talking about?

We're getting a dog.
It's no big deal.

Why wasn't I told about this?

(LAUGHS) Why would
you be told about that?

The thing is, ma'am,
FLOTUS is currently

procuring a canine for herself.

The first dog, or FDOTUS,
has been planned for weeks.

We simply can't
allow the possibility

that your dog will
overshadow FDOTUS.

Stop saying FDOTUS.

Ma'am, you need to kill the dog.

Not literally,
but, I mean, yeah,

if it comes to it,
then literally.

No! Kill the dog?
Our dog?

No, honey.

Where is Mike? Where is he?

Back to his tits and dip.

You guys,
are we seriously
gonna let the guy

with the police sketch
face of a rapist
tell us what to do?

Oh, this rapist face
gets eights.

Consensually, I might throw in.

Why are we
killing the dog?
I just announced it.

Because the First Lady
is getting one,
so now I can't get one.

Why don't I know this?

Because you're incompetent.

Here's an idea.
Mike's already got a dog.

He's got the whole
setup for one,

the blankets,
the crate, the balls,

all the little toys and stuff.

Why doesn't he
take the pooch?
That's a great idea.

No, no.
That'd be great solution.
Great solution.

(ALL LAUGHING)
Simon is an alpha male.

Actually, I think
that is a good idea.

Why are you guys laughing?

Stop, Mom.

Seriously, Mike has a fake dog.

You're like the only one here
who doesn't know that.

What?

Yeah, he uses it
to get out of stuff
like if he's late.

It's called a shit-bull terrier.

It's a bullshit-tzu.

Bullshit-tzu.

Is this true, Mike?

It got a little out of hand.

You carry a picture of it
in your wallet, Mike.

I just got it
from Google images.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
I thought you knew, ma'am.

Otherwise I would not
have been laughing.

Gary knew?

Even fucking Gary knew?
Okay.

You are getting the dog.

You are getting
this little rat-faced,
repulsive, yappy,

decrepit-looking terrier.

Wow, I'm glad that
you were so honest

about liking
the one that I chose.

Catherine, I didn't...
Okay, now I've got to
deal with that situation.

So thank you.

Catherine.

Maybe I've got
a real excuse now.

Sue's pretty wasted.
Yeah.

And arguably a nine.

Hey, Sue.
Jonah.

You got a convenient opening
I can slide into?

Open up a slot for Jonah?

There's not enough alcohol
in the world, Jonah.

Didn't say no.
No!

Hey, ma'am, can I get you
a glass of white wine?

Yeah.
Okay.

Amy, would you please...

Get the hurricane
name changed.
Already done it.

Good.

It's not too diva-like,
this party, is it?

No, I think we got
just the right tone.

Yeah.

People definitely
aren't having too much fun.

Mmm-hmm.

Okay, here we go.

There.

Thank you.
Bottoms up.

(SIGHS)

So, you want to mingle?

Yeah.

Let's go mingle
the shit out of 'em.

Ernest Lainchbury,
Lifeboat Association.

He's got a glass eye.

I...

Am so happy you're here.

Jenny Armitage,
Disabled Sports
of America.

Just had triplets.

Oh, triplets. Wow.

That must have hurt.
Unless you had a C-section.

Carlos Esquerra, CEO
of The NASDAQ OMX Group.

I got nothing.
Use your Spanish.

(SPEAKING SPANISH)

Robert Van Der Merkle,
Head of Gambling Commission.

Pro-gambling.
Loves to kill.

Hey, there.
(IMITATES GUNSHOT)

Corey Wilk,
special advisor to
The Supreme Court of Michigan.

He's got a brother
in Rage Against The Machine.

(CAMERA CLICKING)

(LOW) Tell your brother
I love his music.

Carrie Stringer,
Center for Social Action.

He's a triathlete.

No, he's not.

Hello.

WOMAN: Liam Miller, NASA.

Okay, that's an acronym
for National Aeronautics...

I... Stop it.
Okay.

It's so late.

The Reverend Terrance Clark,
Church of the Living Christ.

GARY: He's a baker.

SELINA: Christ has risen.

WOMAN: Hyun-Joo Lee,
Urban Placemakers Forum.

GARY: He's Korean.