"For Heaven's sake, Jed," Abbey Bartlet said, as she and her husband lay in bed one night, "you're the President of the United States."

"What does that have to do with this, Abbey?" Jed asked

"I can't believe you're still sulking about it," said Abbey.
"I'm not sulking," Jed replied, his lower lip sticking out.
"Oh, yes you are," Abbey told him.

"Well, I have every right to sulk," Jed answered. "Leo was there. Toby was there. Josh was there. Now, of those three people, somebody should have come to get me."

"You were in an important meeting, remember? Nobody wanted to interrupt," Abbey pointed out.

"Yes, that's the excuse they all made. Like the people I was meeting with wouldn't have enjoyed it as much as we do. I can't believe nobody thought of that," Jed said.

Abbey sighed.
"Honestly, Jed, you're acting like a little kid."

"Am not."

"Yes, you are," said Abbey. "You're making a mountain out of a molehill."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jed demanded.

"Well, it's not as if you missed out on an event of great national significance."

"Maybe not," Jed conceded, "but it was an event I don't like to miss out on, and they knew it. Everybody in that room knew it, and I still say that somebody should have come to get me."

"Well," said Abbey, turning over to go to sleep, "after the fuss you made, I'm sure everybody will come to get you the next time C.J. is about to do The Jackal."

AN: C. J. does "The Jackal" in "Six Meetings Before Lunch."