made it how he wanted, but what
if someone invaded God's privacy?
"Would he have put the world
together the same way? I doubt it.
"He would've made it a popular
world, and the Garden of Eden
"would have turned out like
Las Vegas or 42nd Street."
- Would you like to take any calls, sir?
- Miss Radabaugh will get that.
No, she won't. Chambers of Mr.
Justice Snow. Oh, yes, Mrs. Snow.
It's your wife, but she
doesn't want to bother you.
You're interrupting me,
but you're not bothering me.
How should I seat them
this evening?
I don't care how you seat them.
Try chairs.
Hello? Hello?
- What happened to Radabaugh?
- She left early.
- Sinus?
- She looked terrible.
Radabaugh's been with me for 23
years, and she always looks terrible.
- How do you do that, sir?
- Do what?
Reach in there and find what you're
looking for in the middle of all that...
Mess? To you, it's a mess. To me,
it's a wilderness of free association.
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
short-handed.
I'll wait until you got nine
men on the bench again.
Yeah.
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
in the history of mankind.
Ruth Loomis? The mother superior
of Orange County?
What goes through a man's head
when he makes an appointment
like that?
I guess he was trying
to be evenhanded,
president of all the people.
The Senate will never go for it,
will they? Will they? Forget it.
Where's Miss Radabaugh?
Chambers of Mr. Justice Snow.
It's a reporter. Any comment
for The Washington Post?
No comment from
Mr. Justice Snow at this time.
You're better than Miss Radabaugh.
President wants a woman on the
court, why not pick Miss Radabaugh?
She'd be perfect.
She'd never show up.
Jeff, why in God's name do I get
a sinking feeling in my gut
every time I think about that
woman sitting on this court?
It's not because she's a woman.
I like women. My wife's a woman.
The bench will smell better
with a little perfume on it.
But Ruth Loomis?
How can you just let it ring?
A telephone has no constitutional
right to be answered.
Don't pay any attention to it.
It'll go away.
See?
- I hear she plays tennis.
- Hitler played the harmonica.
Oh, she may not be so bad.
She's young.
We could use some young
blood around here.
And she isn't stupid.
Fix yourself a drink.
I just might do that.
Here she is now. Come in.
Is it true?
Jack Anderson's on the phone.
Either of you care
to say anything to him?
Ask him where I'm spending
my vacation next summer.
I don't know, but he probably does.
I'll just tell him neither of you
is available