"He jumped out of his seat, made some screechy noises about the downfall of our great nation, and then started crying," Josh says. "I don't understand."
"People want to be comforted, Josh," Donna says in what Josh has privately started to call her well look who thinks he's a special little snowflake today voice.
"Couldn't they make some hot chocolate and watch Hugh Grant movies or something?" Josh asks. Donna drops the file onto his desk and blinks at him for a moment.
"Really? Hugh Grant is your go-to for comfort? Not that I can fault your taste or anything, Josh, but it's probably going to impugn your reputation as Mr. Scary Political Operative when I tell the entire secretarial staff of the West Wing that British accents and winsome grins make you swoon."
"First of all, I do not swoon over Hugh Grant-- no, you know what, scratch that, I do not swoon over anything."
"Let me guess," Donna says, leaning against the door frame. "Not manly enough?"
"I will have you know that I am extremely manly!" Josh says.
"The wild, I'm-a-seventh-grade-girl-at-the-Twilight-premiere flailing of your arms suggests otherwise Joshua," Donna says.
"I'm serious, Donna, he spends, like, one hundred and ten percent of his onscreen time crying," Josh says. "Now who's manly?!"
"Is this Hugh Grant or Glenn Beck we're talking about here?" Donna says. Josh groans and lets his head fall into his hands.
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"He is a terrible human being," Josh says. "He just is! Are the other guys having this pumped directly into the brains of the voters? Because honestly, that is some sound goddamned political strategy. If even ten percent of this country believes the crap he's spewing, that's ten percent we are never getting back Donna, I'm not kidding around here--"
"Josh," Donna says firmly. She steps into the room. She closes the door. She sets a cup of what Josh strongly suspects is going to turn out to be decaf on his desk. "Yes. Yes, Glenn Beck is a terrible human being. You're right. And yes, a lot of people listen to him, and care about what he has to say, no matter how despicable it is. And yes, he cries enough tears, per week, to fill an Olympic swimming pool. He's not only terrible, he's hilarious. He's rapidly approaching self-parody. So why don't you stop hunting down YouTube clips of a deranged television personality and actually do your job?"
Josh sighs, scrubs a hand over his face, and takes a sip of his coffee.
"What's my job again?" He says.
"Providing policy alternatives to the weepy whackjob," Donna says cheerfully.
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The West Wing - Josh and Donna - And Most Fools Do (2/2)
Date: 2010-11-10 03:14 am (UTC)"People want to be comforted, Josh," Donna says in what Josh has privately started to call her well look who thinks he's a special little snowflake today voice.
"Couldn't they make some hot chocolate and watch Hugh Grant movies or something?" Josh asks. Donna drops the file onto his desk and blinks at him for a moment.
"Really? Hugh Grant is your go-to for comfort? Not that I can fault your taste or anything, Josh, but it's probably going to impugn your reputation as Mr. Scary Political Operative when I tell the entire secretarial staff of the West Wing that British accents and winsome grins make you swoon."
"First of all, I do not swoon over Hugh Grant-- no, you know what, scratch that, I do not swoon over anything."
"Let me guess," Donna says, leaning against the door frame. "Not manly enough?"
"I will have you know that I am extremely manly!" Josh says.
"The wild, I'm-a-seventh-grade-girl-at-the-Twilight-premiere flailing of your arms suggests otherwise Joshua," Donna says.
"I'm serious, Donna, he spends, like, one hundred and ten percent of his onscreen time crying," Josh says. "Now who's manly?!"
"Is this Hugh Grant or Glenn Beck we're talking about here?" Donna says. Josh groans and lets his head fall into his hands.
----
"He is a terrible human being," Josh says. "He just is! Are the other guys having this pumped directly into the brains of the voters? Because honestly, that is some sound goddamned political strategy. If even ten percent of this country believes the crap he's spewing, that's ten percent we are never getting back Donna, I'm not kidding around here--"
"Josh," Donna says firmly. She steps into the room. She closes the door. She sets a cup of what Josh strongly suspects is going to turn out to be decaf on his desk. "Yes. Yes, Glenn Beck is a terrible human being. You're right. And yes, a lot of people listen to him, and care about what he has to say, no matter how despicable it is. And yes, he cries enough tears, per week, to fill an Olympic swimming pool. He's not only terrible, he's hilarious. He's rapidly approaching self-parody. So why don't you stop hunting down YouTube clips of a deranged television personality and actually do your job?"
Josh sighs, scrubs a hand over his face, and takes a sip of his coffee.
"What's my job again?" He says.
"Providing policy alternatives to the weepy whackjob," Donna says cheerfully.
"Right," Josh says. "Yes. Okay. I can do that."