No focus
**Wow. Look at those legs and those glorious breasts. God CJ, this is your bosses wife, you shouldn't be thinking about her like this. Okay focus, you can do this. You are the Press Secretary for God sakes. You talk to people every day..and Oh God shes getting closer. Okay..just focus.FOCUS. Wow, that dress looks gorgeous on her.** "You look lovely tonight Mrs. Bartlet. I'm sure you are going to be on the cover of every magazine tomorrow with that dress." **Oh yeah nice going claudia. NO FOCUS**
"For the love of God, Claudia Jean, if you call me Mrs. Bartlet one more time**thinks**I'm gonna do something awful. And while im not sure just exactally what that is YET, i'll have you know, it will not be pretty." **Look at that facial expression. She is just too damn cute. Nice job Abbey.**
"I'm sorry Mrs...Abbey. It's just that..well..you know...it's habit." **Pull yourself together, this is just a name not a test.**
"Yeah yeah. I'm in no mood to go to a bunch of parties and be Jed's arm candy. What do you say we both go up to the residence and get drunk?" **Say YES**
"Ma'am i don't think that is such a good idea, considering the party is for you. I's sure that your nonexistent presence would not go unnoticed. You need to be there." **What the fuck am i saying. HELL YES I WANT TO GET DRUNK WITH YOU. Damn, whos idea was it for me to be press secretary?**
"You are right i suppose. But, we could have had a lot of fun upstairs." **Ohh i'm bad.**
"Gee, how many people have i heard that from?" **I wish**
"How many of them meant it?" **Yes, bad indeed. Sleep on that baby.**