First Monday in October

Don't ever straighten up my desk.
I'd never be able to find anything.

I've always been
suspicious of neatness.

If there's nothing on top
of a man's desk,

he probably shoved all
the clutter into the drawers.

And if his drawers are empty, what
the hell does he need a desk for?

- May I come in, Dan?
- Sure, C.J.

- How are you, Mr. Chief Justice?
- I'm not sure.

Mind if I lie down on your couch?
Mason. See if those T-shirts
are available on the open market.

- I'd like to wear one under my robes.
- What T-shirts?

None of your goddamn business.
Do I ask you about your underwear?

Hey, how come your couch is so
much more comfortable than mine?

You know something, C.J.?
Maybe I'll give you that couch
as a going-away present.

Who's going away?
Think of how many people would
bust a gut with joy if I retired.

You wouldn't do that to me, Dan.
I won't quit when you're

I'll wait until you got nine
men on the bench again.

Who's the president going to pick?
He's already been appointed?
Who is he?
Mr. Justice Snow, I'm going to have
to ask you to rephrase that question.

A woman.
He picked a woman. Great.
Good for him. It'll be fun.
Who is it? Who is she?
Who? Who?

The president has sent up to
the Senate Judiciary Committee

the name of Judge
Ruth Hagadorn Loomis

of the 9th Circuit
Court of Appeals.

Get off my couch.
I have to lie down.

Now, now, Dan...
You're joking. It's a joke, isn't it?
The president, I am told, thinks he
has made a great, progressive step