Excuse me. [ Sam sounds like someone just bumped into him and he is very, very affronted by it. ] That's not aiming high? To serve at the pleasure of the greatest power in the United States, to be a part, a real part of the American experiment? To share an office with some of the finest political minds in the world. To be at hand when the future of the country is shaped.

[ His rising cadence is somewhat undercut by the fact that he's now yanking napkins out of the holder on the table and building a little napkin dam around his spill. ] You own a tea shop. I stand at Clio's back, watching the history that will never be written about unfold. You made me spill my coffee.