Yeah I’m good. Oh, no, no. Oh look at that. Icing on the cake. [on her cell phone] Just before lunch. That would be great. No.
Well, that was certainly an odd lunch. Is everything alright? I’m saying that her behavior is unethical and a little icky and I don’t think I want to work in an environment where that sort of conduct is tolerated. The Finer Things Club is the most exclusive club in this office. Naturally, it’s where I need to be. The party planning committee is my back up, and Kevin’s band is my safety. You can’t fire me, Dwight, just ’cause Michael’s not here.
You’ll see. Here we go. Yeah, Darryl’s here. So is Santa Claus. It’s just a regular Thursday. [checks for anyone around] Neither guy is here. And, it’s Friday. Welcome to me and Darryl’s world of lies. [To Pete. Crying sounds come from behind Nelly’s curtain] British women. Famously overemotional. Am I right? Okay, so Dwight, in your own words – [reads from complaint paper] “Someone replaced all my pens and pencils with crayons. I suspect Jim Halpert.” [flips to another paper] “Everyone has called me ‘Dwayne’ all day. I think Jim Halpert paid them to.”
Good. As I was saying… What? [Jim shakes his head] Did you want to tell me something? You look like you want to tell me something. [Jim shakes his head no] You look like you have something really important to say and you just can’t for some reason. [Jim smiles] Come on, you can tell me. Jim, you can tell me anything. [Jim stops smiling and looks down. Pam wonders what that means] Oh my God. We’re going to have to re-name it then aren’t we? [Dwight’s phone rings. He crawls into nook under Jim’s Quad-Desk] Well at least I’m not a horrible little latchkey kid who got suspended from school. So…
All right. Let’s talk about clothing. I think everyone has meet Helene. Shall we? [on sidewalk] There it is! I saw it! I saw it! He went right by! You missed it! [all groan] Four months.
Yeah. Thank you. You… owe me. Oh! [Phil is stuck in the sand trap] Ah, dammit! So we’re still on for lunch? You’re meeting me here? Okay. Great. Bye.
Whoa! That person has really gotten him or herself into quite a predicament. Hey! [Erin sneezing at desk] Are you sick? And for my next trick, I will make my career disappear. Today at lunchtime we’re going to be playing the warehouse staff at a friendly little game of basketball. My idea. Last time I was down there, I noticed they’d put up a couple of hoops, and I play basketball every weekend. So I thought, “This might be kinda fun.” And so I started messing around and… I’m sinking a few, you know. Swish, swish, swish. Nothing but net. And their jaws just dropped to the floor. African-Americans! So… you know, it’s really just a good friendly game, a reason to get together.
Ow. I was trying to liven things up a little bit. I was kinda doing your job so– [gasps] What?! Why is that? I can’t believe I started the fire.
[snorts] Ew. No, I’m fine. Thanks sweetheart. I forgot what a super, nice girl Katy is. And just… good for Jim! They are so cute together. And, um, what an adorable car. Are you sure this is a good idea? I mean the thing about this office is, we make a lot of mistakes.
