Oscar|Yesterday, Angela may or may not have figured out that I’m having an affair with her husband. So I just have to wait and see. When she comes in, if she’s cold and awkward and cruel to me, then great, it’s business as usual.
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Oscar|Good morning. [clears throat]
Angela|Oscar… [sighs] can I ask you a question?
Oscar|[whispering] Of course, ask me a que– questions.
Angela|Is it cool in here to you?
Oscar|[hoarsely] Yes, a little bit. [normal voice] Yes.
Angela|I think the thermostat is acting up again.
Oscar|It’s the stupid thermostat! That thing is a catastrophe. So I’m gonna, um, on your suggestion, get someone to fix it. I’ll just go downstairs.
Angela|Thank you.
Oscar|No, thank you, Angela.
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Oscar|She doesn’t know. I shouldn’t be surprised. This is a woman who married a man who is obviously a homosexual. Basically, she has her head in the sand. In a way I feel sorry for her. I guess the universe rewards true love.
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Dwight|Well, well, well, it’s finally happened. Pam has ceased caring.
Pam|These are my painting clothes.I think I’m gonna do it. I am really gonna start painting the warehouse mural today. [Jim applauds]
Meredith|Sure you don’t want to put another coat of primer on that Pam?Queen of the primer, that one.
Jim|You got this, Beesley. Actually, do you want me to come down and help you get started?
Pam|Are you avoiding your phone call?
Jim|What? Yeah, right. As if.
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Jim|Today I will be asking David Wallace if I can start working part-time, because the sports marketing company that I started really needs me to be there.
Pam|Last week Jim wasn’t there, and they named the company Athlead.
Jim|I could have prevented that. So I have to talk to Wallace.
Pam|Tell them your opening line.
Jim|[sighs] Hey David, how would you like a guy who’s not here as much, gets paid the same amount of salary, and has bigger fish to fry in Philadelphia?
Pam|I think it’s good. He likes fishing.
Jim|This is gonna be awful.
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Pete|One of my jobs is to input customer complaints into the computer. And when they’re in, I fill out one of these cards. But the information’s already on the computer, so….why am I filling out the card? I asked Andy, and he told me to “chillax,” and then went away on a big, long boat ride. So here we are. Don’t give me a pointless office chore, because I will build a little paper house.  Fight the power.
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Angela|Meet me in the old place, five minutes. I need you.
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Angela|[upon seeing Dwight naked] Ugh!
Dwight|Come on in, the water’s fine.
Angela|Dwight, it’s not that kind of meeting. Put your clothes back on.
Dwight|I know. That’s not why I’m naked. I always work out without my clothes. [does jumping jacks]
Angela|Just put them on! Put on your clothes. I need your help. I need someone who can operate outside of the law. Ugh.
Dwight|Oh, I’m sorry, your vigilante privileges ended when you broke up with me. If I’m not in your panties, I don’t go vigilantes. Why don’t you ask your husband?
Angela|My marriage is in danger. I don’t know who I can trust. I need someone to be there for me.
Dwight|[sighs] All right, what are we talking? Surveillance, wire-tapping?
Angela| Something like that.
Dwight|Yeah, the less I know, the better. I know just the guy. He was a volunteer sheriff too. Kicked off the force.
Angela|Can you arrange a meeting?
Dwight|I can try. I’m gonna use SMS text.
Angela|Okay.
Dwight|Text went through.
Angela|Okay.
Dwight|All we can do is sit and wait.
Angela|Okay.
Dwight|[phone vibrates] Oh, look at that. Yeah, he’s free anytime. Not a problem.
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Jim|I mean, I can handle any client issues from Philly.
David|[on phone] Yeah, but I really need someone in the office. If there’s a crisis — the more I think about it —
Jim|Oh, you mean handle it in person. Oh, well, Phyllis and Stanley have agree to cover for me while I’m gone.
David|They did?
Jim|Yep.
David|Oh, okay. Well, that is different. In that case, yes– Maybe this can work.
Jim|Oh, great.
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Stanley|Why should we help you?
Jim|Because we’re friends.
Stanley|When is my birthday?
Jim|Unfair. When’s my birthday?
Stanley|I don’t know, because we’re not friends.
Jim|How about this– You let me take you to lunch, and I make my case?
Stanley|Now we’re talkin’.
Jim|All right.
Phyllis|Yeah.
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Kevin|Make it go taller.
Pete|That’s the idea.
Kevin|No, not taller this way, taller this way. [gesturing with hands]
Pete|Well, I’ve gotta build a wider base first before I can go higher.
Kevin|You’re not getting this, Peter.  Make it go wider… up!
Pete|Will do.
Darryl|[entering] What are y’all doing?
Kevin|Me and Pete are building a tower.
Darryl|Cool. It should be taller though, right?
Kevin|Obviously. He’s a sweet kid, Darryl. But he’s not the sharpest guy in the drawer.
Pete|Kevin, I can hear you.
Kevin|Huh?
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Angela|Ow! Dwight! Ow!
Dwight|Get in the van.
Angela|God!
Trevor|Is it safe to talk?
Dwight|Well, this documentary crew has been following our every move for the past nine years, but I don’t see them so I think we’re good.
Angela|So what are your credentials?
Trevor|I started following people around to get exercise. Turns out, I’m damn good at it.
Angela|Do you have a gun?
Dwight|[snickers] Does he own a gun? Show her.
Trevor|You tell me.
Angela|What is this?
Trevor|It’s the receipt for my gun.
Angela|You don’t carry it with you?
Trevor|Read the receipt. That’s a $300 gun. Someone could steal it.
Dwight|Do you have any idea how many guns Trevor’s had stolen from him?
Trevor|Now I keep it in a safe.
Dwight|Mm-hmm. Good safe?
Trevor|Oh, you tell me. [shows Dwight receipt]
Dwight|Wow!
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Pam|[studying mural wall] I guess if I make a mistake, I can just paint over it with a shrub or something. It’s just, I think less of paintings with a lot of shrubs. So, I’m gonna limit myself to one shrub.
Hide|You paint wall now?
Pam|Yeah. Painting now. I just want to make sure that…
Hide|You paint now.
Pam|It’s probably gonna be a few minutes. So you can just go back to doing whatever you were doing.
Hide|I wait.
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Meredith|Sweet.
Erin|Yay!
Darryl|That’s what I’m talkin’ about.
Pete|This next card comes to us thanks to Meredith Palmer, who called Eastern Pennsylvania Seminary a, quote ‘sausage factory.’
Meredith|Oh OOOH!
Everyone|[approving cheers]
Meredith|Boom!
Darryl|Bang.
Kevin|Yep, yep, yep.
Pete|All right. Up next we got a whole lotta Creed.
Creed|Let’s find out what I did.
Pete|All right.
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Dwight|You get half now and half upon completion of said job.
Trevor|And that’s all off the books?
Angela|Obviously.
Trevor|Nice. No taxes.
Angela|Okay, so everything you need to know about the target is in here.
Trevor|So what’s the job?
Angela|Murder.
Trevor|Okay, that’s the big one. That’s the big “M.”
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Dwight|You can’t have someone murdered.
Angela|What if they deserved it?
Dwight|What did they do to you, Angela?
Angela|They’re sleeping with my husband.
Dwight|Oh, Monkey. Oh, I feel for you.
Trevor|This seems a little crazy.
Dwight|Yes. Crazy. Thank you.
Trevor|But I think I’m up for it.
Dwight|No! No!
Angela|Thank you.
Dwight|Absolutely not. There are a lot of different ways to get revenge. I’ve had great success by defecating in a paper bag, put it on the porch–
Trevor|That’s very effective. I’ve been on the receiving end of that quite a few times. It’s devastating.
Angela|No, no, no. It has to be physical. I want this person to suffer.
Trevor|What about a knee-capping?
Dwight|No! You’re not helping, Trevor!
Angela|Yes, a knee-capping could work.
Dwight|No. Angela! What are you saying?
Angela|You said you would be there for me.
Dwight|I’m trying, but what you’re asking is–
Angela|It’s the only thing that will make this right.
Dwight|Okay. But it’s cruel, because a woman with damaged knees can’t scrub worth a damn.
Trevor|All right, then it’s settled. One knee-capping. Now, the hit goes down at 4:00. Keep in mind, once I leave, there’s no turning back.
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Jim|You know, truth be told, I think all you’ll really be doing is accepting calls from my clients while I’m gone.
Stanley|We’ve got all afternoon to talk about that.
Waiter|Morning, folks.
Stanley|I’ll have the surf and turf with a side order of lobster.
Waiter|Actually, the surf and turf does come with lob–
Stanley|Not enough lobster. Side order.
Phyllis|How much wine do you have?
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Oscar|I brought you a cookie.
Angela|Oh, thanks, Oscar. You’re such an angel.
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Oscar|[talking into phone] I just gave her a cookie, and she called me an angel, so… yeah, we’re good. Yeah. [exhales] We dodged a bullet, yes. Okay. Yeah. Yeah, yeah– Well, I gotta go now, but– Okay, bye. Bye.
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Pete|There we go.
Everyone|[cheers and applause]
Pete|Nicely done. Very nicely done. All right, this next one goes to Darryl for pocket dialing a customer while having sex.
Nellie|Oooohh… you salty dog.
Darryl|Well, yeah, what can I say, a player’s gotta play.
Pete|There you go.
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Darryl|Actually, that was the sound of me eating spaghetti. But I’m gonna let them think the other thing.
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Kevin|Okay, I got this one.
Nellie|Oh, be careful! Be careful! Be careful
Kevin|No, I got it. Easy does it, everyone. Nobody even take a breath.
Everyone|[shouting as tower collapses] Oh no! Kevin!
Nellie|What did I just say? What did I just say?
Pete|Hey, hey, hey, it’s just a mistake. Just a mistake. That’s what this tower’s all about —  mistakes. Okay, if you’re afraid of screwing up, the tower’s not for you. Show of hands — who here has never had a complaint? That’s right. Nobody. See that? Nobody. Okay? Let’s get back to work, huh? Come on, you in?
Kevin|Yeah.
Pete|There we go. All right, let’s do it.
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Jim|You know, at the end of the day, it’s really only two days. I mean, I’ll be back in the office.  If you need me for an emergency, call me.  I’ll be there…
Phyllis|You know what? I don’t know where the years went.  ‘Cause sometimes when I look at my hands, I don’t even recognize them.
Jim|Tell me about it.
Phyllis|Whose hands are these? [holding out her hands to Jim] Theyre not my hands. I don’t know.
Jim|All right. You know what?  Maybe we’ll just… We’ll go slow.
Phyllis|No. Jim… [wine bottle clangs on plate]
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Pete|All right. Check it out.
Everyone|[cheers and applause]
Pete|Like a Phoenix from the ashes. Ksshhhh!
Kevin|Nice.  Pretty soon, we’re gonna be at the ceiling.
Erin|Whoo!
Pete|Can you hand me a card?
Erin|Um,. it’s empty.
Pete|What?
Nellie|Oh, come on. We could use a blank card.
Everyone|No!!
Meredith|That’s cheating.
Pam|I could get us a complaint.
Meredith|You? Little Miss Priss? You wouldn’t fart on a butterfly.
Pam|No, I wouldn’t. I can’t even relate to that impulse. But I bet I could get us a customer complaint. I’d like to try.
Nellie|Hmm. Yeah.  All right! Yea, go, Pam! Pam…
Everyone|[chanting] “Pam!”
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Angela|What? Why did you call me out here?
Dwight|The target– it’s Oscar, isn’t it? He and the senator are gaying each other.
Angela|I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Dwight|Your nostrils tell a different story. They flare like that every time you’re engaging in deception. Hello again, naughty nostrils.
Angela|Fine! It’s Oscar. So what?
Dwight|Well I could understand you wanting to get a stranger’s knees whacked. But a co-worker– Dare I say, a friend?
Angela|Exactly, a friend. Someone who sits next to you year after year, making chitchat and smiling, and all the while running behind your back and defiling your marriage and seducing your husband.
Dwight|I can’t even imagine how painful this must be for you. But the first ones to break your marriage vows were you and me.
Angela|Well, you might be right. But it’s too late now.
Dwight|What do you mean?
Angela|He’s here.
Dwight|No! No, no! [groans]
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Dwight|Oscar? Oscar. Oscar, good. Hey come with me.
Oscar|What?
Dwight|Come — come with me.
Oscar|What are you doing?
Dwight|There are a bunch of construction workers in the warehouse without their trousers, drinking diet sodas. You have got to see this. They’re extraordinary.
Meredith|Yahtzee.
Trevor|Sandwich delivery for Mr. Oscar Martinez.
Kevin|I am Oscar Martinez.
Angela|No, not him, not him. Outside. Outside.
Kevin|Wha– wh–
Angela|You know, there’s doughnuts in the break room.
Kevin|Nice! Yeah.
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Jim|Listen, I was really wondering if maybe we could lock this down before lunch is over.
Stanley|Don’t be pushy Jim. It’s tacky.
Jim|All right. Phyllis! Phyllis, that’s– that’s decorative.
Phyllis|No, there’s wine in here.
Jim|Still decorative.
Stanley|Is it white wine?
Jim|No.
Phyllis|[to customer] Can you help me?
Jim|Don’t– don’t– don’t pole people with knives.
Phyllis|[groaning while trying to open giant wine bottle] ha ha!
Jim|Phyllis!  Wow.
Stanley|Ooh, bring it over.
Phyllis|Got it.
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Dwight|There’s no time to explain. [descending stairs] Okay, actually, there is time to explain. When Angela found out that you seduced her husband, we hired a guy to break your knee caps.
Oscar|Oh, my God! What is wrong wiht you?
Dwight|What is wrong with you? There are a million gorgeous guys in the Scranton Wilkes-Barre area, and you choose the man who’s the father of her child?
Oscar|I don’t know what you’re talking about.
Dwight|Oh, don’t lie. I’m trying to save those precious knees you’re always bragging about.  Now, let’s get out of here. He could be right behind us.
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Dwight|Aah! Actually, he’s right in front of us.
Trevor|Let’s get it on. I’m gonna do this. I might– I might puke, but I’m gonna do this.
Dwight|No, Trevor, I am not gonna let you. He’s a Dunder-Mifflin man. He’s my tribe.
Trevor|I’m sorry, Dwight, but for once in my stupid, stupid life, I’m gonna follow through on something, all right? I have masculinity issues– Stop! No!
Oscar|I got it.
Dwight|Disarm!
Trevor|You don’t– [all three grunting]
Dwight|Don’t move. And disarm now! [Oscar gets weapon away from others]
Trevor|Okay, okay, okay, okay.
Dwight|No! No, Oscar. He’s a friend. He’s a friend.
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Erin|Okay, the client is Heymont Brake and Tire. They’re family-owned, but don’t let that take away from your edge!
Nellie|Come on, Pam, I know you can fail. I see failure in you.
Creed|Remember, you’re a scumbag, so you think scummy thoughts. Like this.
Pam|[into phone] Hello, this is Pam Halpert. I’m calling from Dunder-Mifflin. Yes, your paper provider. And I just called to say… your mama is so fat, when she wears red, people yell, “Hey, kool-aid.” Yeah, your mama’s fat. This is Pam Halpert.
Pete|Did she buy it?
Pam|Basically I couldn’t tell, but I think…
Nellie|Were they angry?
Pam|I– I thought they were confused at least…
Nellie|Okay.
Description|[phone rings]
Erin|Dunder Mifflin. This is Erin. Yes, you can. Okay. I will make sure that goes on file. [hangs up] Ladies and gentlemen, we just lost a client!
Everyone|[cheering]
Kevin|Nice. Nice.
Creed|You did good. You did good.
Pete|See ya later, Heymont.
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Dwight|No.
Trevor|If you chase me, I will run so fast. If you catch me I will bite so hard. Got it? Good-bye, my friend.
Oscar|What the hell, Dwight?
Dwight|See ya later, Trevor.
Oscar|you are incorrigible!
Dwight|I just saved your life. You’re welcome!
Oscar|You hired someone to hit me with a pipe!
Angela|You deserved every bit of it!  You made my husband gay.
Oscar|What– what I did was wrong, and I have to live with that every day. But your husband is… gay. He was gay when you married him!
Angela|No. No.
Oscar|Angela, until you face that, you’re gonna be confused and angry for all the wrong reasons. But if you want to blame me for the whole thing, go ahead — I won’t stop you. Hit me. you have my blessing. Hit me.
Angela|Well are you gonna let go of it? Because part of the blame is definitely on you.
Oscar|Angela, it’s a lead freaking pipe.
Angela|God! [kicks Oscar]
Oscar|Aah!
Angela|You were supposed to be my friend.
Oscar|I’m so sorry. Angela–
Dwight|Oscar.
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Pete|Our crowning complaint card comes to us thanks to Pamela Halpert…
Everyone|[cheers and applause]
Pete|For insulting a client’s recently deceased mother.
Nellie|Yes!
Pam|I did not know that.
Pete|Well, a woman who struggled with obesity all her life.
Pam|I’m so sorry.
Meredith|Wow.
Pete|yeah. That’s– that is terrible.
Everyone|[cheers and applause as Pete puts last card on tower]
Kevin|You did it.
Erin|Yeah!
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Angela|I feel so stupid. I sit next to him every day.
Dwight|You’re not stupid. Jazz is stupid.
Angela|[crying] Jazz is stupid!  I mean, just play the right notes!
Dwight|I know. You’re gonna be okay, Monkey.
Angela|I don’t like your friend Trevor.
Dwight|I don’t like him either.  And yet I really like him.
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Jim|Well, we’re here. Perfect.  [covers sleeping Phyllis with his jacket]
Phyllis|We’re gonna cover for you, ya know.
Stanley|[chuckles]
Jim|Phyllis, what was that?Phyllis are you dreaming, or–
Stanley|[laughing] I did enjoy grinding your beans, son.
Phyllis|[laughing] Yeah, we really did peel your grapes.
Jim|This is hilarious, but we’re gonna stop with all–
Stanley|Shuckin’ your peas.
Jim|Shuckin’ the peas.  You should go back to the first part, though. You are  gonna  cover for me?
Stanley|Yeah.
Phyllis|Of course we are, Jimmy. We love you guys.
Jim|Oh, my God, thank you. [hugging both] Thank you.
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Pam|If you’re an artist, you have to be okay with the idea  that you can’t please everybody all the time.
Hide|You paint very bad–
Pam|Shut up, Hide!  I mean, do you think Kevin cares what people think about him– or Creed or Meredith? Oh my gosh, these are my role models now. You know what? I’m okay with that.
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Dwight|Where does gayness come from? And how is it transmitted?
Toby|That is– that is a loaded question.
Angela|My pastor said it can come from breast feeding.
Toby|He said that?
Angela|Well, he didn’t fight me hard on it.
Toby|I– I don’t know if there’s truth to– to, uh, to that.
Angela|What is it called when two men intertwine their penises like the snakes on the medic-alert bracelet?
Toby|Oh… uh…
Angela|Is it called red-vining?
Dwight|Is it called red-vining?
Toby|I don’t…
Dwight|We heard it was called red-vining.
Angela|People red vine.
Dwight|Where are gay mens’ vaginas?
Toby|They don’t have vaginas.
Dwight|What?
Toby|No. They’re just regular men.
Dwight|When two gay men have sex, how do they know whose penis will open up to accept the other person’s penis?
Toby|Uh… wow….
