JOSH: Can you get me the most recent memo from the DPC on the Welfare to Work initiatives?
JOSH: I'm seeing Amy again tonight.
DONNA: Second date?
JOSH: First date, really. Last night was more of a, you know ...
DONNA: ... scheme.
DONNA: Good, because the second date's usually where the wheels come off the wagon for you.
JOSH: That is so false!
DONNA: What are you doing?
JOSH: A late drink.
DONNA: Where are you going?
DONNA: I like that place.
JOSH: I don't.
JOSH: Well for one thing, the piano player only seems to know one song.
DONNA: Which song?
JOSH: "Little things with fur better hurry..."
DONNA: "Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry"?
DONNA: Surry With a Fringe on Top.
JOSH: Whatever. It's like I'm on a hay ride. What are you doing?
DONNA: I'm trying to figure out if you need to pay for the plane ticket to Phoenix.
JOSH: It was official travel.
DONNA: Yeah, well, it didn't really seem to make a difference--
JOSH: What do the rules say?
DONNA: "An employee may not use contract airline rail passenger service provided under the contract with the general services administrations. See Part 301-15 Sub-part B of this chapter."
JOSH: What's the problem?
DONNA: Well, let's set aside that there's no Sub-part B, the rest of it uses a sentence structure with which I'm not familiar.
JOSH: Just ... put it on my credit card.
DONNA: No--see? I know what this is designed to do. I think it's designed to break a person's spirit.
JOSH: And damnit, that's my job.
DONNA: We're getting beat by the system!
JOSH: We are the system.
DONNA: We suck!
JOSH: Yes! I need the Welfare to Work memo.
TOBY: How did it end up going last night?
JOSH: With Amy Gardner?
JOSH: Very, very well.
DONNA: (breezes past him without even stopping) Here's the memo.
JOSH: Thank you. (he turns to look back at Donna as he continues to walk)
DONNA: So many women, so little charm.
JOSH: (without turning around) What in God's name could you possibly want right now?
DONNA: Let me tell you something. Making government manuals easy to read?
DONNA: Would have been a winner.
AMY: (smacks Josh on the back of the head) Come with me.
JOSH: Excuse me.