[ Get a hotel?

Did she really just say that? ]

All right.

[ Did he really just say that? ]

Are you sure that's what you'd like to do? I was going to suggest we do something here. Something like make pies and cook turkey badly.

That's why I was asking you.

Not like home.

[ He gets that. He knows that it must hurt. That's probably why he thought of her, why she's the one he wanted to talk to about this. He doubts the others would feel as strongly about it in the same way. ]

So, Washington, then. We could take a few days. See the White House, if you like.

This makes me feel better.

I can't go home. I can't go to my parents' house, either, but I do have you.

[ ...wording. ]

All of you. There's plenty I have to be thankful for, so that's what I want. It doesn't matter where.

Yes it would.

[ Clearing his throat. ]

We do have transport now. A road trip isn't out of the question.

Would you like to see it?

It might not be like the one I know. Parallel universes, and all. But I can show you what's familiar.

Oh, now you're making fun of me.

[ He sounds less than upset about this fact. Actually, he's smiling into his handset. ]

We all come off a production line, don't we? All nicely dressed in red ties and shoulder pads.

If I ever make a single move towards Congress, Jane, please do all in your power to prevent me.

[ He laughs. ]

I'd appreciate that, yes. Likewise if I ever mention the Senate. I just can't warm to that.