[ Sam just shakes his head, knowing full well without knowing how that the world of the White House can (will?) continue to spin without him in it.

Still, he's going to let himself be buoyed by the fact that he remembered something and not burdened by the idea of a life he can't remember. For the moment. ]

I got that, actually. I mean I get that. I don't remember it, but I-- You feel familiar. [ He takes a sip to clear his throat. ] Which is, I'm guessing, why you don't mind me digressing into my parents' watching re-runs.