So there I was, thinking maybe I should give Sydney a call.

She's new in town, doesn't know many people.

Then I picked up the times.

Leo, it was crazy.

He called me at home.

– What's going on? – Nothing.

It was innocent.

His cousin got the flu at the last minute.

Did you sleep with him?

Leo.

Did you sleep with him?

That's none of your business, Leo.

Yeah, it is, Sydney.

Well, you want to tell me how my personal life...

Because when it's the president, it's not personal.

I hired your reputation, Sydney.

I hired a pit bull, not a prom queen.

That's unfair.

It's incredibly unfair.

But you spent a lot of time over the years telling me that the trouble with the environmental lobby is that we don't understand the fundamental truth that politics is perception.

This is a bad time to develop ignorance.

You're making way too much of this.

Am I? This is your time, Sydney.

You're sitting at the grownups' table.

You have a chance to get everything you want.

Run a national campaign.

Be a major player inside the party.

But this relationship had better go all the way,

because with the leader of the free world, there's no half-way.

Politics is perception, and if this doesn't work out, the amount of time it'll take you to go from a hired gun to a cocktail party joke can be clocked with an egg timer.

Leo, there's no relationship.

It was one night. It's done.

Mr. Solomon, this was just delivered by white house messenger.

It's marked perishable.

The white house is sending me something perishables?

It's for Ms. Wade.

Here we go.

Relax, Leo. I'm sure it's just a formality.

Of course. It's from him.

So he had some staff flunky send me a fruit basket.

He wrote the note himself.

I'm sure he didn't take the time...

The messenger said he waited in the oval office for 10 minutes while the president wrote the card.

Ok, listen...

Took him 10 minutes to write the card?

Apparently, he went through several drafts.

What is it?

A ham.

He sent me a Virginia ham.

Dig it, Ms. Wade. You're the President's girlfriend.

There's never an egg timer around when you need one.