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[buzzer]

- The tea in Nepal is very hot.

- But the coffee in Peru is much hotter.

[buzzer]

- Last week, I finally became permanent manager

of Dunder Mifflin Scranton.

My first project: increase security.

I got these doors from a jewelry store

that had recently gone out of business.

Now they're protecting

America's real treasure-- paper!

Every morning, I email the day's security codes.

To the outside observer,

it sounds like the most natural

conversation in the world.

- The swans fly south in the summertime.

- But in winter, they fly north.

- Something that's been really missing from my life

has been writing secret codes.

It's not the KGB, but it's a start.

[buzzer]

- The tea in Nepal is very hot.

- But the coffee in Peru is far hotter.

- Close.

- This is Tuesday, right?

The--the coffee in Paraguay is far hotter?

- Colder.

- The coffee in Paraguay is colder?

- No, I meant you were getting colder.

The correct response is,

the coffee in Peru is much hotter.

- Oh, much. Okay.

- But that's three wrong, so I gotta give you the steam.

- No.

- Unless you want me to break protocol.

- No, no. Give me the steam.

[phone clicks]

[steam whooshes]

It's just harmless steam to panic intruders.

I'd like to get harmful steam, but the prices are absurd.

Break protocol! Break protocol! Break protocol!

- Oh, I'm saving a fortune on dry-cleaning.

[cheerful music]

? ?

- Mama.

- Angela, someone wants you.

- Okay. Coming.

[baby crying]

Hi, baby.

- Angela's divorce from the senator

has been very difficult for her.

When she got kicked out of her apartment,

I invited her to move in with me.

Ironic that now it's Angela who's living in the closet.

Hey-o.

Saddle shoes with denim? [laughs]

I will literally call child protective services.

- Every morning, I take Phillip to my church daycare.

I love St. Julian's.

They do not care about your social position.

They even let the custodial staff attend services.

Some services.

- See you at 6:00.

Angela. - Yeah.

- We can't accept Phillip anymore.

- Why not?

- It has come to our attention

you're cohabitating with a gay man.

- Well-- - Another gay man.

- Okay, well, I can explain--

- Angela, we don't understand what this lifestyle choice is,

but it doesn't accord with our values.

I'm sorry. - [sighs]

- Oh, hold on there, sweetie. [chuckles]

We need to keep you away from her because

we don't want you to pick up any confusing words, do we?

- Confusing words?

- Bye, Angela. So sorry. Bye, Phillip.

- What a bitch. - Oh, hi, Johnny.

Come on in.

- I'll be watching you tonight in my living room.

- I like the sound of that.

The documentary about us starts airing tonight.

I'd better come out of this smelling like a rose.

I've been on my best behavior for nine years.

Wasn't for the cameras,

I would've done some truly vulgar crap.

- Go get 'em, honey.

- Oh, don't worry. They'll get got.

[laughs]

Manager of Dunder Mifflin? Check!

Owner of a 1,600-acre beet farm? Check!

Engaged to be married to an actual milkmaid?

Check... on that later today.

This is my grandmother's ring.

It was made from a bullet I took out of her left buttock.

She was a moonshiner shot by Adolph Coors.

This is my grandmother's buttock bullet ring.

[indistinct chatter]

- Hi. Good morning.

Name is Andrew Bernard.

You might know me from a TV documentary

that's premiering tonight.

Also killed it in local theater,

and I am fresh off of a hot industrial flick.

- Okay. Thanks.

Go ahead and get in the back of the line.

- Yes!

[indistinct chatter]

Well, I burned all my bridges at Dunder Mifflin,

and time to become the next American idol

by winning "America's Next A Cappella Sensation"

on channel TBD.

It's a really cool show.

It's like a total reinvention

of the whole "American Idol," "Voice" sing-off phenomenon.

On this show, all three judges are mean.

- Sales form for you to sign.

- You know what to do.

- Okay.

Behind every great regional manager

is a great assistant to the regional manager,

and I have chosen one of the best.

- Aw, thanks, man.

- Once upon a time, we were natural enemies,

but we've overcome our differences,

much like Germany and Italy in World War--

- No.

- Good call.

Together, we run a no-nonsense office.

- Pre-conference room meeting with Dwight went really well.

- Oh. Bodes well for the post-conference room meeting.

- All depends on the conference room meeting itself.

[phone ringing]

Uh, okay.

- Is that them again? - Yeah.

- Maybe you should call 'em back.

- I will. I will.

The guys at Athlead are still bugging me

about this three-month road show thing.

Meeting athletes on their home turf,

building relationships.

Yeah, it sounds exciting.

But I said no, and that's final.

I almost lost Pam over this business.

I'm not risking that again.

- When Jim decided to come back to Scranton full-time,

I was relieved, but I also feel a little guilty.

I mean, he's giving up this big thing for me.

But he seems happy.

I mean, he's certainly been goofing around a lot.

I love goofy Jim.

- Welcome. - He welcomes you.

- Please take an agenda item.

- Your agenda-taking pleases him.

- Have a seat, Phyllis. There we go.

As you know, I like to begin each day

with an inspirational quote.

"Some say the only failure there is

is the failure to try."

[imitates buzzer] "That is wrong.

Failure of any kind is failure."

Jim, over to you.

- Let's not get crazy

and ruin our no-nonsense streak, all right?

So for instance, if you're expecting a fax today,

please don't yell out,

"Michael J. Fax from Fax to the Future!"

Okay? That's nonsense. - Question.

- Yes, beautiful girl in the front.

- We are expecting a water delivery today at 10:00 a.m.

What if, as they're delivering the water jugs,

someone screams out, "Nice jugs!"

- That's obviously nonsense.

Nonsense.

And what percentage of nonsense

do we tolerate in this office?

all: Zero percent. - No nonsense.

- None. No. - None. Can't have nonsense.

- What is going on?

- Daycare won't take Phillip anymore.

- Why? - [sighs]

Apparently my station in life

has descended to a depth even they won't forgive.

So hi.

- Hi, buddy. - Okay.

Um, new agenda item.

Phillip will be joining us at the office today.

- Gotta write that down.

Okay, big day today.

Airing of the documentary. Who's excited?

- Over the course of this documentary,

I've had three affairs.

If you find my body in a ditch,

let me save the police some trouble.

My wife did it.

- We just don't know how many people

are gonna be watching tonight.

It could be thousands.

It could be millions.

What if word reaches China?

They are very judgmental over there.

So don't air that bit.

- I'm not sure I'll even watch,

'cause if it wasn't for this documentary

outing my secretly gay ex-husband,

I would still be in a fairy-tale marriage.

- I'm letting you all off half an hour early

to view the documentary, so you can make it up to me

by working an extra half an hour tomorrow

or a minute extra for the rest of the month.

- Ooh! Announcement.

Some of us whose televisions got broken

during an all-you-can-eat shrimp commercial

will be watching tonight at Poor Richard's.

But note, all are welcome, not just those

who saw an all-you-can-eat shrimp commercial

and charged their televisions.

- I can't believe the doc is finally going to air.

When this thing started,

I was still having sex with women.

As was Kevin, I believe.

- This airs tonight?

Oh, my God.

If my parents see this, I am toast.

- What if we come off looking stupid?

I mean, we don't even know what they're gonna air.

- Right? We could look like idiots.

- Guys, do you think we're gonna be hounded

by the paparoni?

- One things for sure, life will never be the same.

- Wait, wait, wait, hey, Oscar, hey,

hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, this is verging into chitchat,

which can quickly escalate into horseplay,

which can veer around the corner

into you know what sense.

- Nonsense. all: Nonsense.

- All right?

Next item on the agenda is the announcement

of final agenda item, so...

- Everybody, listen up, here comes the announcement

of the final agenda item. - No, no, no.

Final agenda item is to announce.

That is the final agenda item, so there it is.

- Everybody, listen up, here it comes.

- No, this is what-- I did it.

It's done already. - What's yours say?

- Announcement of final agenda item.

- Which is coming right now.

- I already announced it, like, five minutes ago!

- Serve it like it's hot.

- Okay. This meeting is adjourned.

There are no more announcements.

This is the final agenda item.

- After you announce it. - Oh, my God.

- Good job today, everybody.

- Yay.

[applause]

[indistinct chatter]

- This is really huge.

This is like the March on Washington,

but for a singing show. - Whoo-hoo!

- Can you imagine if Martin Luther King were here

and sang "I Dreamed a Dream" from "Les Mis"?

With that baritone? That would be historic.

- Whoo-hoo! Casey Dean! Cincinnati, Ohio!

- Whoa. - ? Doctor, doctor ?

? Gimme the news ?

? I got a great Casey Dean for you ?

- No. - America wants it!

- No, this is my time. You don't belt on my time.

I belt on my time. - ? Casey Deee-eee-eeean ?

- ? Casey ?

? De-ee-ee-ee-ee-ean ?

- Man, those are some nice pipes!

- Yeah. - What's your name?

- Andy. What's yours?

- Why didn't you pack the apple snacks?

- Why didn't you pack the apple snacks?

- Guys.

- Because whenever I pack the bag,

you say I do it wrong.

- Guys. - Why don't you pack it?

- Guys. - Kevin, what?

- Kevin, what is it?

- Do you want to see a video

of a weatherman who says "bold front"

instead of "cold front"? It's insane.

- Not now, Kevin. Can't you see we're busy?

Phillip needs his apple snacks.

- Seriously, Kevin.

I'm just gonna have to go to the store.

- Okay, you go to the store.

- Phillip, Phillip, Phillip.

It's all about Phillip.

I hate Phillip.

[door clicks]

- Not now! Private time!

- I love "Star Wars" as much as the next guy--

- Hey, hey. Seriously?

- My God, I'm so sorry.

Well, this might make up for it.

I think I have found an enormous source

of overlooked PFN.

- Which is, of course...?

- Potential future nonsense.

- Yes. Good abbreviating, Jim.

That saved some time. Now, hurry up. Shut the door.

- [sighs] - Break it down for me.

- I'm gonna need you

to look at your hierarchy mobile.

You've got a regional manager. - The power source.

- Obviously, the assistant to the regional manager.

- A loyal but bungling apostle.

- But what about the

assistant assistant to the regional manager?

- Someone to whisper in the ear of the consigliore.

- Exactly.

- I'd have to get some more wire and string.

But it's doable.

Do you think any of them out there are capable?

- [scoffs] Yeah, right.

I mean, unless they're willing to pass some tests.

- I like the sound of that.

Who did you have in mind?

- Well, I know this sounds crazy,

but how would King Arthur choose

the next knight of his round table?

- That doesn't sound crazy, Jim.

That's the sanest thing I've ever heard.

- What are you listening to?

- Hmm? Um, uh, locking in my starting note.

? A 440 ?

- Oh, sweet.

- A cappella is all about pitch,

and I am nothing

if not a total pitch bitch. - [laughs]

- What's up, everybody?

And welcome to "America's Next A Cappella Sensation!"

[cheers and applause]

- Oh, my God! You're gorgeous!

- Thank you. Thank you so much.

And thank you for your patience.

And we hope to see you guys

within the next five to seven hours.

Now, just to give you a couple parameters of the show,

each of you will sing a song for 30 seconds,

after which our judges will decide

if they want you in their a cappella group.

Now, bear in mind, our judges have no experience

whatsoever actually leading an a capella group.

[doubtful murmurs]

- Hey, hey, let Mark McGrath talk!

Go ahead, Mark. - Thank you, sir.

Now, each group will start with 90 singers

which will compete in a series

of singing and physical challenges.

Oh, and look out for that pesky mole!

[crowd murmuring]

- There's a mole?

- Oops. I'm not supposed to--

not supposed to say that.

All right. No mole.

Forget I said it, all right?

- What mole? What are you talking about?

I already forgot about it.

- Good man right there.

I'll see you guys inside. Good luck, all right?

- Yeah!

Pour some Sugar Ray on me!

- What? On a roll much?

- I don't know where it came from.

- That was amazing, man! - Yeah.

Yeah, it felt good. It felt funny.

- Yeah, you made a personal connection with him.

- I did. I felt it. - Big time.

- Wow, I gotta harness that energy for the judges.

- Yeah, and the mole.

- Casey, we're not supposed to know about the mole.

- Ugh, damn it, get your head in the game, Casey Dean!

Come on! - Yeah, just focus.

- Amateur hour! - Relax.

- [sighs]

Ah, I just pulled something, I think.

- [sighs]

Big night tonight. - Yeah.

- Yeah. - Sorry, I can't chat.

I'm working.

- Want to go to Poor Richard's tonight?

Check out the prog... ram.

- Yeah. Everyone's going. Aren't they?

- I meant, uh, would you like to come with me?

It could be a date.

Or it could be less than a date.

I mean, just we'd know that I asked you there.

Or it would just be a thing in our heads, really.

- No, I don't want to go with you.

- Sitting near--

I--I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask.

I was wrong.

- What are you so excited about?

- Nothing. - What are you up to?

[laughs]

- Members of the office, hear ye.

- That means ye, Plop.

- "Plop"? Still?

- We owe Andy that much.

- Yeah. - Absolutely, we do.

- Am I right, people?

- Fine.

- Today, we will be testing candidates

for the position of assistant

to the assistant to the regional manager.

- Aw, heck, yeah. - Nice.

- You'll always have the upper hand

when you've got a good "aarm."

Trademark pending.

- This is not an excuse to blow off work

doing carnival-like activities.

Sure, every participant will be getting a corn dog,

but that's for fueling only. No savoring.

- Wow. What an honor.

God, I envy them. - He envies you.

- You don't need to repeat right now...

- All right. - What I'm saying.

- By 2:00, Dwight will choose himself

to be assistant to his own assistant, me.

- What's up? - What's going on?

How was the delivery?

- Delivered all my furniture to Philly.

Hey, keep it down, though.

Nobody knows I'm here.

I hate good-byes, so last week,

when I left Dunder Mifflin for good,

I pulled the old Irish exit.

Just slipped out with making a big deal.

No hard feelings. No feelings at all.

[sighs]

- A good assistant knows what their superior is thinking

before they even think it.

Meredith, what number am I thinking of right now?

- Uh, two.

- 985,000,000,000,017.

- [scoffs] Not even close, Meredith.

Come on! - Okay. Pam.

What song is running through my head right now?

- The theme song from "Saved by the Bell."

- Oh, my God!

It was the theme song to "Boy Meets World."

- Wait. No, no, no, stop.

Spouses can read each other's minds.

You're trying to give your wife this job.

- That's exactly what I was doing.

Plop, what animal am I picturing?

- A horse.

- Ooh, the exact opposite, actually.

- What's the opposite of a horse?

- Come on. - A seahorse.

- Seahorse.

Whoa, how did you know that I was gonna...

both: Say that?

both: Uncanny.

- Challenge number two, protocol.

Clark! - Yeah.

- Do you want a corn dog?

- I would love a corn dog. - We'll see.

You are an assistant who's just gotten a phone message.

I am in a meeting with Dwight, Robert Dunder, and his niece.

Uh-oh, look who came to join us.

The Turkish ambassador to Armenia,

Yuri Slovak, who, by the way,

is extremely embarrassed about the size of his nose.

Go ahead and read that phone message.

- "Mr. Halpert, your wife called to find out

how your meeting with Yuri Big-Nose went."

- No, no, no, no!

You don't read it aloud like that!

God!

Besides, the whole thing is a trick question.

There's no Turkish ambassador to Armenia.

The two countries don't have diplomatic relations.

[scoffs]

- Uncanny.

- I just hope that if my buddies

who are still in Afghanistan see me win,

they'll feel like anything is possible.

- Great. More screen time for the war vet.

- [scoffs]

- All you gotta do is risk your life for this country

and everyone goes gaga for you.

- Oh, over at the porta-potties,

they were interviewing a homeless, single mother

with three kids.

- What? - Yeah.

- Is this a show about the resiliency of the human spirit

or is it a show about singing?

- I don't know, but I'm getting really worried here.

- Me too.

Hold my place in line.

- Where are you going?

- They want feel-good stories?

Wait till they get a good feel of me.

- Thanks, man. - Thank you.

- Yep. Take care.

- Darryl, hey. - Hey.

- Cool. Are you coming back to say hi?

- No, no. I'm not here, actually.

These doughnuts are part of my escape

from the guys at the warehouse I didn't say goodbye to.

- Aha. How's Athlead? - We livin' like rock stars.

I'm about to eat free steak with my sports heroes

in 32 different cities. - Wow.

- Jim really doesn't want to come?

- He says he doesn't want to. - Wow. Man.

Hope he doesn't regret it.

- Well, he seems really happy

being back here at Dunder Mifflin.

- [laughs]

Jim is happy here, selling paper at Dunder Mifflin?

- That's what he says.

- Psh. If you say so.

Hey, good seeing you.

Remember, I was never here.

All right, then. [door clicks]

- An assistant brings their boss coffee

with speed and dexterity,

but an assistant to the assistant

has a thousand times more to prove, am I right?

- A thousand times more.

- I'll try this one. - Phyllis.

Grab both these coffees, double fist it,

and head through this obstacle course.

- Okay. Ooh, it's hot.

- Yeah. It's real.

It's the only way you'll learn. Okay.

And go ahead.

Oh, God, nice.

She's through the green, everybody.

Here comes yellow. - No, no, no, no.

- Real doozy. - Oh, boy.

- Phyllis, seriously?

- Look at that form.

- Oh, my God, that's just pathetic!

The boss needs his coffee! - [gasps]

- Wow. - [grunts]

[splattering and gasping]

[gasps]

Here you are, sir! Here's your coffee!

Ow! My skin! Ow! Ow!

Ah! It burns! Ah!

Ah! Ah! [bell dings]

- Uncanny.

[applause]

- Darryl? Darryl!

- Whoa. - Oh, hey!

Hey, what's up, y'all?

- You left us without saying goodbye!

- Oh. My bad.

Goodbye, everybody.

- No, that is totally uncool! - Hey, no way!

- Are you kidding?

You broke our hearts. Get upstairs.

- I don't think I should--

- Get upstairs, mister!

- Yeah! - Right now!

- Guess I'm going upstairs.

- You know, Dwight,

this whole search for the assistant thing,

none of these people are good enough.

- I know.

- What I'm about to say

makes no logical sense, and yet,

it might be the most logical thing I've ever said.

- Jim, this is gonna come as no surprise,

but I know exactly what you were gonna say.

The only possible assistant to my assistant...

- Is...

- Me.

- [clicks tongue]

The new assistant to the assistant

to the regional manager is...

Dwight K. Schrute.

- Yes!

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- I think you might want to kneel for this.

And yet, the manager for Dunder Mifflin

kneels for no man.

- Wait.

- That's it. - Okay.

- You look really, really good.

[applause]

- Okay, from now on,

anyone who needs to speak to me

has got to go through me first, all right?

[takes deep breath]

- Hey.

- Hey.

- You all right?

What's going on?

- Are you happy?

- Yes, I'm happy.

- No, I know that you're, like, happy,

and, like, you had fun today.

- Yeah. - And that was fun.

But what about a year from now? - What?

- What about five years from now?

- Pam.

- Because I'm so glad you're back, baby,

but I'm just-- I was talking to Darryl,

and he was talking about the trip,

and I just feel like you're giving up so much.

- This was my decision, not yours.

- Okay. - You didn't force me.

- I kind of forced you to do it.

- You did not force me to do this.

- Yes, I did.

- I don't know how else to tell you.

- I'm afraid you're gonna resent me,

and I'm afraid that... - Resent you?

- This is not enough for you,

and I'm afraid that I'm not enough for you.

- Is that really what you think?

Not enough?

I don't know how else to explain it to her,

so... you know what?

I know it's against the rules, but

I'm gonna need a favor from you guys.

- Okay. You got it, man.

- I didn't realize we were this close.

- Oh, we are, buddy!

We are this close!

- Ooh, Erin's probably feeling nostalgic.

We're all a little hormonal with the doc airing.

- You gonna come to Poor Richard's

and watch with us tonight?

- Uh... yeah.

Depending on traffic.

- He ain't coming.

- Oh, God!

- These dudes are definitely in a weird mood.

Picked the wrong day to return a truck.

Okay, I should probably be taking off.

- You know what really is tearing me to pieces?

All the years Darryl was here, I never gave him a hug.

- I never gave Darryl a hug.

- I purposely avoided hugs from Darryl

because his cologne is so overpowering.

- Come here, big buddy.

- I'm next, big buddy.

- I could use a taste.

- Oh, what?

- Okay, here we go.

"Webster's" defines begging as the act

of asking with earnestness and humility...

- Oh, God.

- And so with earnestness and humility,

I, Toby, do beg you, Nellie...

- No. Pl-- - To come with me tonight--

- Oh, I-- look, okay, I'm gonna come.

I'm gonna come with you to Poor Richard's tonight.

- Okay, okay. - Mm, mm.

- Okay? - Yes.

- All right. - Yes.

- Well, that's great. That's great.

- I know. - Feels good.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- No.

Mm-mm.

No. - Okay.

- Well, it's been great. - 11 years.

A guy is in your life for 11 years,

and then he's gone for who knows how long.

- Maybe forever. Anyhow--

- Did we ever have lunch together,

just--just the two of us?

You know what, I'm gonna make reservations

right now at Cugino's.

- I reserve a half an hour to play checkers with Darryl.

Checkers is very important to me.

You all know that.

- Ooh, I got winners.

- Question for Darryl.

Did we ever get loaded

and listen to Zeppelin in my van?

- Oh, oh, I'm sure we did.

- Nah, I call one hour van time with Darryl.

- Darryl, you know, I would love

to just record some of your stories,

just let the tape roll

for six or eight or ten hours

and just see what we get.

- Listen, guys, we can do it all.

We just have to divide Darryl's next 12 hours

into 90-minute segments.

I will go watch an eHow video on how to use Excel,

and then we'll get this started.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.

Okay, I made the mistake of sneaking out of here,

and that's on me,

but I'm not gonna spend the rest of the day here

doing stuff with you 'cause you're feeling sentimental.

- You have to! - Come on!

- Hey, hey, hey. I'll do one thing with y'all.

- Which thing?

- I don't care. Choose amongst yourselves.

Not the van, though.

[rhythmic tapping]

- Kevin, Kevin.

- Oh, you know my name.

Well, that is shocking.

[rhythmic tapping]

- Kevin, could you not do that?

- What? I'm moving the ink down in my pen for work.

- Here, use my pen.

- Don't tell me what to do!

both: shh!

- No, I don't need this.

And you obviously don't need me.

- Kevin, where are you going? - Away.

Tell Phillip that his stupid little baby wish came true.

- [scoffs]

- [exhales deeply]

He just won't go down.

It's as if he's excited by all this paper.

- I know.

Earlier today,

he tried to eat some of the 24-weight letter bond.

- Smart baby.

That's the most flavorful bond.

- Hey, what's going on over here,

some sort of singing competition for the young'uns?

- You're back.

- No, it's me, Andy. - No, I know.

- No, no, no, I'm wearing makeup.

- You did a really great job.

You even look shorter.

- Oh, I took out my lifts. - Oh.

- Yeah, unlike Andy Bernard,

this character is my real height.

- Wait a second. Are you a singer and an actor?

- You want to know the truth? - Yeah.

- Singer, actor, musician, dancer.

- [exhales sharply] The quadruple threat.

So rare to meet another one.

- Holy Toledo!

- Hold on a second.

Hey, hey, producer of the singing show!

I got this old man who can really belt.

It's a real heartwarming human interest story.

- Oh, what's that you say? - Yeah, be confused.

- All day long, it's moo the cows

and cluck the hens.

- Mm-hmm. - Get the sheep baa-ed.

Oink the pigs.

- Oink the pigs. That is very important.

- Dwight. [sighs]

I'm telling you about all the things

that ma said after the horse kicked her in the head.

Where are you? Dwight?

- The way that boy looks at the "Galactica"

is precisely the way I look at the "Galactica."

And he eats the same kind of paper I do.

Hmm.

Thank you, Esther. - Bye.

- You threw the summoning bag at me, sir?

- I need you to perform a test.

- Perform a test. - On an innocent baby.

- Ooh, I like where this is going.

Unfortunately, I have a lot on my plate today,

so I'm gonna have to hand this off to my number two.

But don't worry.

He's the best in the biz.

- Damn straight.

- Unless you think he can't handle it.

- Hey, he can handle it. - All right.

- Listen, listen. Shh, buddy.

- [crying] - Stanley's sleeping.

You don't want to wake up the grumpy old walrus, do you?

- I heard that.

- Mama.

- Hey, you want me to take the little diaper blaster?

Pam can attest, there's no one better

at getting brats to shut their yaps.

- He does have a gift.

- Well, he's calling for his mom,

but, okay, here, here you go.

Careful, he bites. - Mama.

- Okay.

You ever been in a manager's office before?

Phillip, you wanna play a little game?

It's called "Schrute or consequences."

You're gonna choose one of these two things,

a check for a million dollars

or this dirty old beet.

Yuck, pew!

Which will it be?

Money or the beet?

- Beet. - Yeah.

- [babbles]

- Any ordinary child would have taken the money,

but you're no ordinary child, are you?

No.

I can tell by your gorgeous, widely-set eyes.

- Sorry, folks, the judges are totally swamped.

We are all done taking auditions.

- Oh, come on. - Hey!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what?

- But thanks for coming out and please be sure

to watch "America's Next A Cappella Sensa--"

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. You can't do that.

- Yeah-- - You can't do that.

We've all been waiting! - Okay.

- I am going in there. Don't--

- No, you're not, sir. - Don't--don't--

- Please don't. - Don't touch me.

- I'm not touching you.

Okay. - No!

Run, old man! Run! - Ow.

- Run! Run for your life!

Get off. Don't you dare. Don't get--I could see it.

You were gonna get handsy with me.

Not interested. I'm Casey Dean!

You'll be seeing the last of me!

Or--I meant you won't be seeing the last of me!

- Can I talk to you for a second?

- Well, I've never really had much of a say in that, have I?

- Okay, this is really hard for me,

but I don't think I should be with someone

who doesn't want to be with me.

- You're cancelling our semi-non-datish stand about

at Poor Richard's?

- Yeah, th-that.

Whatever it is, was, it's over. The whole thing.

- [applauds] - [exhales sharply]

You understand that you are breaking up with a woman

who is, in fact, not dating you.

- Yes, I do.

For the first time in my life.

And it feels right.

- [chuckles]

What was that exactly?

Did Toby just reject me? [chuckles]

Does he think by rejecting me, I'm going to suddenly want him?

[chuckles] That old clich�.

Yeah, because it didn't work.

News flash, I still don't find Toby attractive.

Hmm? Even though he finally grew a spine

and told me where to get off. All right.

Maybe I find him a tiny bit more attractive now,

but I mean, come on. [chuckles]

Toby is my last chance?

Toby's my last chance.

And now he doesn't even want me.

My God, he's good.

Excuse me.

- Hey.

Did you manage to feed him? I don't know what it is.

He just keeps spitting out the nipple.

- That's because this baby is of superior intelligence.

He can tell when he's being tricked

out of the experience of a real human breast.

- Come on.

- He's not that smart.

He doesn't know where I hid his duck.

- ? I am beautiful ?

? No matter what they say ?

? Yes, words can't bring me down ?

[thudding]

? Whoa ?

- Hi. - ? Whoa-oh-no ?

- You're still here. Oh, thank God.

- ? I am beautiful ?

- Clay Aiken, Santigold, Aaron Rodgers.

You're, like, my three favorite people ever.

- Excuse me, what is this?

- Sweetheart, you're amazing, okay?

You're obviously gonna be on the show.

So it's someone else's turn now.

Yeah. Go ahead, all right?

Um... [clears throat]

[as an old man] My name is Ezra Cornell,

and I'm just a kindly old fellow with a song in my heart.

- No, you're a middle-aged man with a lot of makeup on.

- Busted. [chuckles]

Got it. Yes, all right.

Tried to get your attention with tricks,

but you just want to hear me sing.

I respect that.

- [laughs] We do not want to hear you sing.

- Gabriella was our last audition.

Thank you. Good-bye.

- Nope. Can't end like this.

Slept in my car last night.

Quit my job, burned all my bridges.

I went to the bathroom on my boss's car.

And I did unspeakable things with Carla Fern.

- Ugh, flag on the play. - That's--that's what--yeah.

Okay, all right, well, here's the song.

[clears throat]

? Far above Cayuga's waters ?

? With her waves so blue ?

? Stands our noble alma mater ?

- What is this song?

- Are you insane? It's the Cornell fight song.

- Listen, all right, thank you very much.

We're not interested.

- You didn't let me finish. That's not fair.

- Look, man, you're not terrible,

but we've heard a lot of really good singers today,

and you're just not good enough.

- Wow, you guys are really mean.

[chuckles] I guess that's the show.

Let me try a different song, okay?

- Can he do this?

- ? Hey, hobo man, hey, dapper dan ?

? You both got your style ?

? But, brother, you're never fully dressed ?

? Without a smile ?

Yeah. [sniffles]

? Your clothes may be Beau Brummelly ?

- Look, you gotta go.

- [sobbing]

- You can't just sit here and cry.

- Oh, I can so just sit here and cry!

[sobbing]

- Thank you.

- Hey, Kev, how you doing, buddy?

- Can't hear you.

I'm giving you the silence treatment.

How does it feel being ignored?

- Okay, I guess, it's just that Phillip got you something.

- Yeah, a $25 gift card. iTunes.

- I think there's, like, $7 left.

- It's just his way of saying,

"thanks for letting me hang out in accounting."

- Phillip got this for me? - Sure.

- That was a really cool move.

- Would you like to hold Phillip?

Yeah. That's Kevin.

- Whoa. - Easy.

- What a chubbers. [chuckles] Whoa.

- Okay. - Watch it.

- I'm losing my balance. - Now, Kevin--no.

- Hey, no. - Whoa.

- No horseplay. - Stop it.

- You want to play with the cactus?

- No. - No, no.

- So me and Phillip were just talking,

and we decided we're gonna be best friends.

He's a little standoffish at first.

But once he starts buying you things,

man, you can tell he likes you.

- Toby. - What?

Nothing.

- This is gonna come as a surprise to you.

Certainly came as a surprise to me.

But I have reconsidered,

and I will go to Poor Richard's with you as your date.

- No, I don't want to be anybody's second choice.

- [chuckles] Second choice?

Oh, try 11th.

- See, that's what I'm talking about, okay?

You're making my point for me.

I want the fairy tale.

Sorry.

I want the fairy tale.

- We have our decision.

- You chose one thing.

- We want to dance with you.

- You want to dance? - One dance.

All of us together.

- This is what you want? - Yes.

- Yeah. - Absolutely.

- Better get some decent speakers up here then.

'Cause we're gonna do this right.

- Yes! [laughter and cheers]

- Yeah! [laughs]

- Whoo! - Whoo-hoo!

[upbeat music playing]

- All right, you want the fairy tale.

Well, here it is.

Toby, I am throwing myself at you.

I want to be with you tonight.

Take me to this dark den and do with me as you please.

[music stops]

- Wow.

Okay, that's all I wanted.

Somebody wanting me for me, you know?

Not me always running after them.

It's kind of arousing.

So yes, yes,

I will go with you to Poor Richard's tonight

as your date.

- No.

Sorry. - Oh, man.

- Oh, so sorry, no. No, I can't.

I can't. I thought I could.

I can't.

Well, it's remarkable, isn't it,

how close we come to making life-destroying choices,

but no.

So, so sorry though.

Buffalo wings on me tonight though, hmm?

- All right.

Free wings from a woman.

It's not too shabby.

- Hey. You wanted to see me?

- Door. Chair.

It's about Phillip. - I'm sorry he's here today.

But I had--

- I believe that that boy may be a Schrute.

And if he is, that child needs to be accorded what is his.

An enormous farm, an inheritance,

and the right to be raised

under rigorous Schrute traditions.

You will, of course, be compensated

with a marriage proposal.

- How thoughtful.

- Then the two of you would move

to my 1,600-acre estate, which, let's face it,

is a big step up from living in a gay man's closet.

- If he is your son,

that's a great plan.

But he's not.

He's not your son.

- Very well.

- Can I go back to my desk now?

- Yes.

- What's this?

- Well, I've been trying to tell you how I feel,

and you wouldn't believe me,

so... I needed a little help.

- Jim, I need my assistant to the regional manager, code red.

- Okay, I don't have my pocket code chart

on me right now, so...

- Now.

- I have an assistant now who can help you

with whatever you need.

He is lazy, so crack the whip.

- Jim, I'm not kidding. I need you.

- Go ahead.

- Okay, um, this is-- I'll be right back.

What do we got?

- I was thinking of proposing to Esther today.

- Wow! Congratulations. That's a really big step, man.

- She's got a ton of great qualities.

She's young, she's beautiful.

Genes so pure you could lick them.

Her family admires me. My family tolerates hers.

A lot of them are the same people

because we're third cousins,

which is great for bloodlines, and isn't technically incest.

- Right in the sweet spot.

I think you're gonna be really happy.

- Plus her dowry contains a walk-in freezer

full of frozen, premium cattle sperm.

- [whistles] That's a lot of pros.

- And did I mention that she weaves?

Colorful, durable blankets and rugs.

It all adds up.

- So what is the problem?

- [whispers] Angela.

- I don't know what you want me to tell you, man.

All I know is that every time I've been faced

with a tough decision,

there's only one thing that outweighs

every other concern.

One thing that will make you give up on everything

you thought you knew.

Every instinct, every rational calculation.

- Some sort of virus?

- Love.

- Oh.

[Snow Patrol's "Open Your Eyes" playing]

? ?

- ? The anger swells in my guts ?

? And I won't feel these slices and cuts ?

? ?

? I want so much to open your eyes ?

? 'Cause I need you ?

? To look into mine ?

? ?

? Tell me that you'll open your eyes ?

? ?

? Tell me that you'll open your eyes ?

- I'm in love with you. - What?

- ? Tell me that you'll open your eyes ?

? ?

? Tell me that you'll open your eyes ?

? ?

? Get up, get out ?

- Dwight, listen, no matter what happens,

you gotta forget about all the other stuff.

You gotta forget about logic

and fear and doubt.

You just gotta do everything you can

to get to the one woman

who's gonna make all this worth it.

At the end of the day,

you gotta jump.

- ? For the last time ?

- You love Angela, Dwight.

I think you always have.

- You're a good assistant, Jim.

- Not as good as you.

- That's very true.

Get the hell out of here.

- You got it.

- I was just, um, checking out my present.

- This is an amazing gift because it comes with

bonus gifts.

Look inside.

? ?

- [laughing] Oh, my God! The yearbook picture!

- Yes. - Incredible.

Is this the Boggle timer?

- I didn't think you were gonna get that one.

I really didn't. - Oh, no!

This is, like, the best present ever.

Okay, wait. What is this?

- A mini golf pencil that you threw at me.

- Like, three years ago. You saved this?

- Yes, I did. - Oh, my God.

- ? And I won't waste a minute without you ?

- [sniffles] - You watched it.

- Yeah.

- Well, then I guess you're ready for this.

- What's that?

- It's from the teapot.

Everything you'll ever need to know

is in that note.

Not enough for me?

You are everything.

- Thank you.

- Okay. Ready, everybody? - Hit it, Red!

[Earth, Wind, & Fire's "Boogie Wonderland" playing]

? ?

- ? Dance ?

? Boogie wonderland ?

? ?

? Dance ?

? Boogie wonderland ?

? Midnight creeps so slowly ?

? Into hearts ?

? Of men who need more than they get ?

? Daylight deals a bad hand ?

? To a woman who has made too many bets ?

? The mirror stares you in the face ?

? And says, baby, uh-uh, it don't work ?

? You say your prayers ?

? Though you don't care ?

? You dance and shake the hurt ?

? Dance ?

? Boogie wonderland, dance ?

? Dance ?

? Boogie wonderland ?

? Sound fly through the night ?

? I chase my vinyl dreams to boogie wonderland ?

? I find romance when I start to dance ?

? In boogie wonderland ?

? I find romance when I start to dance ?

? In boogie wonderland ?

? All the love ?

? In the world can't be gone ?

? All the need to be loved ?

? Can't be wrong ?

? All the records are playing ?

? And my heart keeps saying ?

? Boogie wonderland ?

? Wonderland ?

? Dance ?

? Boogie wonderland ?

? Hey, hey ?

? Dance ?

? Boogie wonderland ?

? ?

? I find romance when I start to dance ?

? In boogie wonderland ?

? I find romance ?

? When I start to dance in boogie wonderland ?

? Dance, dance ?

? Boogie wonderland ?

? Yeah, yeah, yeah ?

? Dance ?

? Dance, boogie wonderland ?

- I wanted to leave quietly.

It seemed dignified.

But having Kevin grind up on my front

while Erin pretends to hump me from behind

is a more accurate tribute to my years here.

[exhales] I'm gonna miss these guys.

- Okay, I've got my--

- See you guys at Poor Richard's, all right?

- All right, Meredith. - Okay, bye.

- See you there. - Bye, Phillip.

- Listen, I--

- High five.

- Yay! - Yeah.

I am gonna drop Phillip off at my mother's,

and I'll meet you at Poor Richard's in an hour.

- Are you sure you don't want me to drop him off?

- She doesn't know I'm living with a straight woman.

I don't want to get her hopes up.

- All right. Bye, buddy. Bye, bye, bye.

- Oh, my goodness.

- [sighs]

- Pull over!

- Dwight?

- Move to the side of the road!

- Why?

- Pull over!

- What do you--Dwight!

[tires squeal]

Dwight, what the [bleep] is your problem?

- Shut up, woman! - Who drives like that?

- Listen to me! I love you!

And I don't care that Phillip's not my son!

I will raise 100 children with 100 of your lovers

if it means I can be with you!

- Can you put that down?

- This expresses how loudly I love you!

- [whispers] It's too loud.

- This is a ring

taken from the buttocks of my grandmother,

put there by the gangster patriarch of the Coors dynasty,

melted in a foundry run by Mennonites.

- Okay. Yes. Yes, I will!

[both laugh]

- [gasps] - I love you.

- I love you!

- And I lied to you.

- What?

- Phillip's your son.

- What? Why would you say that--

- I just needed you to want to marry me

because you wanted to marry me.

- Get out!

I'm a dad! - You're a dad!

- [laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

- Hey, grab a seat.

We have that table and that table,

but not that table or that table or that table.

Floor's up for grabs.

Meredith has been hogging the can.

- [smooches] - Oh!

- You have to change the channel to PBS.

- Yeah. - College baseball is on.

- But there's a documentary coming up.

Everyone in the bar will love it.

- What's it about?

- A paper company. - [laughs]

- How many people want the game?

- Yeah! - Yes!

- Who wants PBS?

- Whoo! - Yes!

- Sorry. Tie means I do nothing.

- Sir, please.

This show is about me

and my attempts to find love in all the wrong places.

- One more for the doc.

- Hey! [applause]

- Yay, Andy!

- All right. - Yes!

- Hey, how was the singing show audition?

- Oh. Eh, whatever. No big deal.

- Okay. 30 seconds to show time.

- I feel scared a little.

- Yeah, I'm not ready for this.

- No one is ready for this. You can't be ready for this.

We don't even know what this is.

- One thing we do know. Nothing will ever be the same.

- Here we go.

[upbeat music]

- All right, Jim, your quarterlies look very good.

How are things going at the library?

- Oh, I told you. I couldn't close it, so--

- So you've come to the master for guidance?

Is this what you're saying, grasshopper?

- Uh, actually, you called me in here.

- All right. Well, let me show you how it's done.

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