DONNA: A fax was sent to the press office from the Office of Space Flight at NASA. A Chinese sattelite called Zodiac has fallen out of its orbit, and will be falling to Earth at an unspecified time and place.
JOSH: What are you telling me for?
DONNA: What am I telling you for?
DONNA: This giant thing is falling to Earth, they're watching it on radar--isn't there something we do?
JOSH: Like what?
DONNA: Like, sound the alarm? I don't know ...
JOSH: Sound the alarm?
DONNA: There is no alarm.
JOSH: There's really not. (they reach the lobby, and Josh calls to his waiting visitor) Martin?
JOSH: Sorry to keep you waiting.
MARTIN: That's okay.
JOSH: Come on back. (they begin walking back towards Josh's office)
JOSH: The fax is for the press office--give it to them.
DONNA: The deputies are at breakfast and I don't know where CJ is.
JOSH: Martin, you can have a seat in my office. (he waits until Martin goes inside his office) CJ's meeting with Babish. I'll be inside.
DONNA: You're not concerned about this?
JOSH: You know, Donna got hold of this fax that was sent to the press office from the OSM at NASA.
CJ: What, something falling out of the sky?
CJ: We get that fax once a week.
JOSH: Yeah, but Donna doesn't know that. She thinks it's an emergency.
CJ: And you didn't want to tell her.
JOSH: Nah, because the other way, you get a day's worth of entertainment without leaving the office. (beat) She doesn't know that these things fall out of the sky all the time--once every 10 days, as a matter of fact. Since the first year we started putting man-made objects in space, 17,000 have come back and remarkably, not one person has been hit. (beat) So I suppose there's an argument to be made that we're doomed.
CJ: Yeah ... you picked me right up there, Josh.