Now, I'm not one to say "I told you so," but… for several weeks I've been yelling from the rooftops that C.J. definitely wasn't the source of the military shuttle leak. Granted, that was a slightly easier call than, say, the mysterious Mr. Frost predicting the assassination of the president of Kazakhstan. (Word to the wise: Never get into a dead pool with that guy.) It just had to be Toby, didn't it? It's perfect. His brother's an astronaut, his new job as press secretary has him around reporters all day and, mostly, because a woefully underused Richard Shiff has to be looking for the Oval Office exit after seven years. Did anyone else think it looked like President Bartlet already knew it was Toby? That whole exchange about Leo being in trouble felt a little weird. Speaking of a little weird, are we to believe that Kristin Chenoweth's Annabeth has a thing for Leo? Sure seemed
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Well, you certainly can't say nothing happened this week, huh? Caesar, in Egypt, has to deal with boy-king Ptolemy, Cleopatra's brother. ("I think I can handle a small boy and an eunuch," he says when asked if sticking around to "settle things" is a good idea after being presented with Pompey's head as a gift.) Of course he can, and how bad do we want to see him give that annoying little gnat a good slap, kick or series of both? But we get something better — a brilliantly done fight scene when Lucius and Pullo are sent to rescue Cleo from the assassins her little brother hired, followed by a hilarious sex scene and its aftermath when she demands Lucius sleep with her, and he sends Pullo in to do the deed. And it doesn't slow down from there. She manages to look amazing when dumped out of a piece of burlap and onto the floor. And it's clear that Caesar, and
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