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Hey, Jim.

Stanley's back from the hospital today.

- Can you sign his card? - Oh, great.

"Glad they didn't mix up your tonsillectomy

with a moustachectomy."

Oh, that's not good.

Oh, because your jokes are all hilarious.

It's nice. It's funny.

It mentions his tonsillectomy

and makes a funny little joke about his moustache.

Stanley doesn't have a moustache.

Yeah, he does.

Pam, hit the brakes.

Stanley does not have a moustache.

I misspoke. I'm--not sure...

I think he has one, now that--

I think he has a moustache.

Okay. Phyllis sits across from him every day.

Phyllis, does he have a moustache or not?

Ooh, I don't know. Now I think he doesn't.

Phyllis, what are you talking--

the whole card depends on this!

Kevin, does Stanley have a moustache? Go.

Okay, I'm picturing him.

Now I'm asking him if he has a moustache.

Guys, he's not answering.

Okay. The man's worked here for 25 years.

How can none of us picture his face?

'Cause we come here to do our jobs.

We don't stick our noses in other people's business.

Okay. Which one of these looks more right?

Neither of those looks like any person

that has ever existed or been dreamt of

in the history of human insanity.

That said, the one on the left.

Guys, that's the elevator.

- What if it's him? - Okay, quick.

Who says moustache?

Yep.

Who says no moustache?

Ah! Ha ha ha!

- Oh, man! - Hey!

- He does have one. - Yes!

Welcome back, Stanley.

They didn't remember if I have a moustache.

How could they not remember that I...

Do have a moustache?

* *

- "Good morning, Robert," says no one,

because our receptionist is in Florida.

Pam!

Oh!

- Is this a video conference you're having with...

"Drake, featuring Swizz Beatz"?

- Um, no, I was just, um, just having a cup of coffee,

kind of warming up for the day.

- People, you should come to work already warm,

revved up, and ready to go.

Your caffeine should be digested,

your McWhatevers ingested.

9:00 to 10:00 a.m.

is the most productive potential that a human being--

- Sorry, sorry, everyone, I'm late!

But you are all here,

so no harm done at all by my lateness.

- Nellie, really, 9:50?

Oh, here's what happened.

7:46, my alarm clock goes off.

I hear it. Whack the snooze.

- Ah. Nine minutes.

Bzzz! Off it goes again.

Whack!

Seven more times I did that.

Bzzz--whack. Bzzz--whack!

By the time I got up, it was ten minutes to go.

No willpower. That is my curse!

- I've never believed willpower

was very important in a woman.

Ah ha!

Andy took off to get Erin.

Nellie showed up to take Andy's job.

Robert has a crush on Nellie.

And who's selling paper? Well, that would be nobody.

- I don't think you would have shown up to work

nearly an hour late for no reason.

- Oh, I assure you, I would have done.

I did, and I will keep doing it.

- No, no, no, no. There's something going on.

Some stress in your life.

Well, yes, uh...

there is the whole moving to Scranton nonsense.

30 boxes arrived yesterday from England,

and two trunks from Florida.

Then I have to move into my apartment

in this dreadful, God knows where it is

backwater suburb of a suburb,

and I mean, no offense,

but are there a lot of Irish people living around here?

- Yes. - Yes.

Ugh! I hate that!

No offense.

- None taken. - Actually, Nellie,

this monologue you're delivering is very offensive.

Oh! Ay, caramba!

The natives are getting restless!

- Who's a native? - Uh, excuse me.

The tone here is getting quite hostile.

I would appreciate it if you would keep that stuff

on the basketball court.

- Oh... - Okay. Okay.

If you'd let me finish--

or the squash court,

or the Supreme Court.

- Hmm? - Nellie.

Yes, Robert!

You're clearly under a lot of...stress

with the moving and the work situation

- you've found yourself in. - Yes.

Let's help her out, shall we?

Go above and beyond today

to show her some of that warm Scranton hospitality.

Jim, Dwight.

Take the day. Help Nellie

move those boxes into her new place.

Why Jim?

The rest of you, let's throw a party

at the end of the day

to welcome the newest member of our little community.

I'm sorry.

We're throwing a party for someone

because they're being horrible?

I'm sorry. We're taking work time

to move someone's personal belongings

into their new apartment.

I'm still not sure why this woman is even here.

Why is she here?

* Two crazy kids on the journey of life *

* Going to Pennsylvania *

On the road with my new girlfriend.

But first, a small pit stop

to break up with my current girlfriend

who is at her parents' cabin in Southern Pennsylvania.

Oh. That must be nice.

Mm-hmm. It's a beautiful place.

Great place to let her down easy.

Oh, no, no, I mean that must be nice to have parents.

Oh. Hmm.

* Time to have a little kiss *

- No. - Mm. Sorry.

Right. No kisses till the breakup is official.

- Yes. - I believe in that.

- Yes. So do I. - I think that's important.

That is important. Bummer...but important.

- Important. - Mm-hmm.

Don't put the boxes down.

I wanna get to know my potential neighbors.

Don't put the boxes down?

No, I wanna get to know the building.

I mean, it would be a shame to move all this stuff in

and then move it all out.

Are you an abortionist?

You see these news stories from America--

everyone's firebombing abortionists.

Go ahead; it's a free country, all of it.

No opinion on abortion or firebombing.

Just not in my building.

Kay? Thanks, bye!

I can't believe he's making us throw a party for her.

I know, right?

She's always late. She's always rude.

It kinda makes me want to throw a really bad party.

- Yeah. - On purpose.

Phyllis!

We should do it

right here in the break room.

Order carrot cake.

Sounds delicious.

And I'm not talking about the cake.

He's talking about the revenge.

Pam, you should make those cookies

that you make--what--

She doesn't know.

And Jessica, just so you know,

this is way more about my love for Erin

than anything wrong with you.

Well, Andy, I'm upset, but...

you did this in the best way possible,

and I knew you as a lover...

and I'll remember you as a gentleman.

Okay. That was one minute and ten seconds.

Consider it nailed.

I think we should try it again.

This time, worst-case scenario.

Yes, like the coffee maker broke in the cabin,

and Jess and her parents are both feeling crabby...

Mm-hmm.

You know what?

Even if that leads to them calling me

a little you-know-what or a darn so-and-so,

I'll just take it, because at least

I'll be your so-and-so.

I really hope you never break up with me,

but I'm almost sad 'cause you're so good at it.

Okay, here we go. Jessica,

I'm really sorry. I just need you to know--

What?

I just need you to know--

What is it? I didn't sleep well last night.

Jim, you are bending with your knees again.

I told you, I don't want you to do that.

Oh, are we afraid of throwing out your back, huh?

So you won't be able to play catch with your son?

Actually, that's exactly what I'm worried about.

- Oh, man up! - Suck it up!

Watch this.

Ugh!

- Ow. - Nellie, that reminds me.

Do you want this chair in the bedroom?

'cause to be honest, I don't think

it's gonna fit through the door.

Don't listen to Jim.

Have you ever seen him play Tetris?

"Oh, I think I'll just use this line horizontally.

Oh, I had no idea what a gift this line is."

- That was one time-- - I will get the chair in.

Watch the great Schrutini work his magic.

Oh, no. Really? Magic?

No, no, no. Let's not go there.

No, nothing is more repellant than magicians.

Bunch of grown men waving wands,

pulling bunnies out of body crevices.

Magicians are repulsive. Next topic.

Excuse me, one second.

- Hi. - Hey, what's up?

Ah, nothing, just hauling some cube with Dwight.

Haulin' cube!

That's moving boxes.

We just came up with the term to make it sound cooler.

- So we're planning this party for Nellie,

and we're gonna make it really bad.

Sounds like every other party.

No. We're gonna make it like a prank.

Like order bad food, give her this passive-aggressive card.

Oh! Hire a magician.

- What? - Trust me.

- Okay.

Oh.

Wow. There's a lot of cars here.

This is just weird.

Andy!

Hey, what are you doing here?

Hey, Lauren. Look at you.

Well, I know. Look at me.

I was just on my way back from this business trip,

thought I'd stop and say hi to Jessica.

Aww!

Why is Erin with me? That's a great question.

She is my coworker,

and she needed a ride because she totaled her car.

Oh. God.

So I'm Erin. Hi.

- Yep. This is Erin. - Nice to meet you.

Well, Jess went out for a run,

but she'll be back soon.

- Mm-hmm. - Hey, ladies.

Andy's here.

Okay, Andy, that is a bachelorette party,

this is Jessica's friends,

an they've been drinking during the daytime.

Should we go?

You know, we had such a quick window to make this work,

I think we should probably just--

Oh, Jess!

Look who stopped by after his business trip.

Andy! Hey!

- Hey! - Hey.

How are you? Mwah.

- Great. - Cool.

Hey, Roberta, Heidi,

Kenny, Megan L, Megan R,

Miss Thang.

Hey, Andy.

Erin, come in.

Oh, that's okay, I'll wait in the car.

No, no, no, I insist.

- Yeah? - Come on, come on.

Great.

I am just stepping out.

There's a bloke in unit 5

who's on the sex offenders registry.

I'm just gonna check out his side of the story.

We'll be here moving boxes.

Or schlepping them, as the local Jews like to say.

Yikes.

I wonder if king-sized sheets

are called presidential-sized in England.

I really should have a Tweeter account.

Yes, you should.

Ooh!

"Nellie, don't open, stupid. Love, Nellie."

- I have to see these shoes. - I doubt that they're sh--

Whoa.

Who's this guy?

Here's the two of them taking a hike.

I'm guessing he's some kind of friend.

Boyfriend.

Here's the two of them kissing at a beach

and kissing at the Eiffel Tower.

I'm guessing he's some kind of close romantic friend.

Like a boyfriend?

- You read my mind. - Yeah.

Whoa. Here's one with his face whited out.

Hmm. Maybe someone threw a pie in his face.

New theory--he's a hated Italian politician.

Better theory-- this is her ex-boyfriend,

and they went through some kind of painful breakup.

- Oh, Nellie. - Oh.

I'm so sorry. We were just...

I see you've discovered Benjamin.

That's what I call my box full of photos of Henry.

- Why not call... - Shh!

God. We owned this flat together.

Then one morning, just like that, he was gone.

He ran off with the waitress at our favorite restaurant.

That's awful.

- What kind of restaurant? - Dwight.

I couldn't afford the flat myself.

So I sold it at a loss.

Ah, but what's ten years of bliss down the drain

compared with the thrill of starting over

with nothing and no one?

I'm so sorry.

These must be very painful memories.

If it would help you to forget,

I could hit you in the brain stem with this candle stick.

Thank you.

No.

Jim, Dwight, please...

Don't tell anyone about this.

No, no. Of course.

Just one quick question.

Was this, um, Halloween or...

No.

That's the most embarrassing thing of all of this.

What kind of fool gets her heart broken

by a bloody stage magician?

You guys, we serve the carrot cake with orange juice.

My mouth is puckering just thinking about it.

But you know, none of these really seem mean enough.

I mean, can we put some soda cans

- in a pillowcase and... - I got one.

Let's pretend that we thought it was her birthday

and get her a cake with a few too many candles on it.

Like 49.

Pam! That is brilliant!

This is new. Since when are we a geisha?

What the--

Hey, Jim.

Oh, my gosh, you're gonna be so proud of me.

Hey, you know what, Pam?

I was thinking maybe we should change course here.

Let's give up on all this mean stuff.

What? No! No, I just had

this brilliant idea-- everyone loved it.

You don't have a copyright on pranks.

I might be better at this than you.

- No, that's not what I-- - Jim, could you give us a hand?

Absolutely. Yeah.

Call it off, Pam. Call it off, okay?

It's way more complicated than you think.

Cancel the magician. Trust me.

Oh. O-okay.

Okay, I will.

- Pam, we have a great idea. - Listen to this.

We're gonna have the fluorescent lights flickering.

It's gonna make everyone sick.

- Or what if... - Okay.

We discuss...

The idea of doing the party

totally normal?

Like...not mean.

Just a regular party.

Not mean.

I knew she'd crack!

I wanted to leave you out, you know.

We're in far too deep.

We can't change course at this point.

What are you talking about? Of course we can.

What I mean to say is we don't want to.

Toots, we're not stopping this train,

so get off the tracks.

So I said to myself, "Nellie,

you are a successful, beautiful woman..."

Mm-hmm.

"I mean, you really are simply stunning."

Mm-hmm!

I mean, I am the best-looking

real-life person I've seen in about five years.

Uh-huh. Uh-huh.

I mean, I'm probably

the most desirable non-celebrity.

Yep, I'd go with that.

All right, then, let's get going!

All right! Oh, you know what, though?

A house really isn't a home

till we've made some memories here, some conversations.

So let's sit back down, and let's make some.

No, we've got work to do back at work.

Okay, well, I think British Idol

is worse than American Idol. Thoughts?

I wouldn't know, I don't go

for all that cheesy reality stuff.

- Okay. - More of a Survivorfan.

Right, well, uh, I think that cricket

is a stupid version of baseball.

Everything is a stupid version of something.

A bike is a stupid car.

A baby is a stupid adult.

Come back to the office. I've got a list.

- Nellie's Stupids. - Wuh--

Would you mind giving me a piggyback on the way down?

Piggyback? Piggyback is a stupid version

- of the fireman's carry. - Oh!

I think British food is gross.

How's the party coming along?

- Um, good. So good. - Yeah.

It's going to be a blast.

- You gonna blow up the party? - What?

I'm hoping this will raise Nellie's spirits.

It's painfully cold in here.

Oh, it'll warm up once we start dancing.

Oh! There'll be dancing.

- Do we have a stereo or...? - Mm.

Where do you want me to set up?

- On top of the vending machine? - Uh, no.

"Heading back."

Brace for impact.

- Ah! - Oh.

Oh, boy.

Suck it!

- Andy-- - It'll be fine.

Just act natural.

Do you want a gummy penis?

No, I'll just have some gummy bears.

- These are delicious. - But...they're penises.

And we come to Matthew,

the guy who was with his old girlfriend

basically the whole time we were together.

- Oh! - Eew!

Eew! Aw! That seems gross...

at first blush, right?

But relationships are always more complicated than you think.

I mean, we don't know Matthew's history with this other woman.

Maybe she saved his life. I don't know.

I just--I don't think we should rush to judgment

about Matthew. Maybe we don't pop that one.

- No, pop Matthew. - Pop it!

Pop it!

- Hey. - Hey.

Sorry. It's kind of a madhouse.

- Aah! - Oh!

Ha ha ha! Megan!

You are one of the good ones, nard dog.

- Aw... - No, really.

Where's my Andy?

- I dunno. - Oh, he's out there.

Are you gonna sing for us?

Well, you guys are doing a pretty good job

with the scary yelling, so...

That's not like you. That's not like you.

Come on, sing! Sing!

* Beyond bonnie banks *

* And beyond bonnie braes *

The break room?

What kind of crap party is this?

Oh, is this you, kiddo?

Oh, ow! Meredith!

- This is our catharsis party. - Oh.

It means revenge, which is a dish best served cold,

unlike the show Revenge, which is hot, hot, hot.

Okay, they're almost here.

What? Come on!

If you guys are gonna be mean, can you at least be subtle?

Oh, in the warehouse we use code names

for people we want to talk about.

Andy was Jelly Roll. Mike was Dennis the Menace.

Ryan was Douche Bag.

Hey, that's not a code name. That's just an insult.

Plus, everyone would know who you meant.

- Yeah. - No. That's a great idea.

Yes, let's have a code name. How 'bout Mondays?

I hate Mondays? Mondays are the worst?

Nobody's named Monday.

Hey, how 'bout we go with Pam?

Simple, easy to remember.

'Cause there's someone already here named Pam.

Shh. Here she comes.

all: Hey!

Welcome to your party.

Everybody get comfy now.

This first song's over a half hour long.

* *

Best gig ever.

They asked me to play only originals.

I said, "Have you heard my originals?

They're terrible." They said, "Even better."

I said, "I get it.

It's an ironic party for Nellie."

Look at this!

They've gone all-out.

Is this all for me?

Yes! Much deserved.

Is that pizza?

Well...it's from Have a Slice.

Not Il Datello.

Okay then.

Maybe we should just go.

No. I gotta do this.

That was coconut water.

Hey, Jessica, can I talk to you?

Uh, yeah, sure. What's up?

Maybe we could talk in private.

Uh...yeah. What is it?

Well, first let me just say

that I hope when I'm done with the sort of ugly bits

that we can stay friends.

You're breaking up with me?

Uh...no.

No.

You always do this. You twist my words around.

Part of me thinks we should just end this right now.

Oh, my God.

Are you leaving me for Erin?

You said she wasn't relationship material,

and she wasn't as good as me, but it's her, isn't it?

Whoa!

That--no. Okay.

You want honesty?

Super-honesty time.

I'm gay.

What?

I am gay, and I prefer men.

- I knew it! - You did not, Kenny!

You invited me to go shopping with you.

I like hanging out with you.

You're a cool guy.

Which proves my point. That I'm gay.

Andy, you're not gay.

I mean, we were...together.

And you seemed pretty excitable.

Well, I was faking it.

I had to fake it every time.

I had to imagine that I was in a steam room

with John Stamos.

I can't say it doesn't make sense...

- Well... - Look, it's--

I mean, I was good at hiding it, but--

It's fine, Andy.

I didn't think we were gonna get married or anything.

I just...

I'm just upset for now.

Understandable.

And I'm really sorry.

I really am.

So...we should probably...

go.

This humble but sincere effort

is all for our valued new colleague.

Excellent.

To Nellie Bertram.

You are a most welcome and friendly presence

at our company.

- Cheers. - Why, thank you.

Pam, on the other hand,

is a most unwelcome, entitled, unfriendly presence

in our company.

all: Cheers.

Nellie is terrific,

but to be honest,

every day I imagine how happy I'd be

if Pam died.

Oh. Well.

I feel that as someone who knows Pam

only a little bit...

enough. A good amount.

Not the most, though.

I would say that she is misunderstood

and that maybe there's some stuff in her past

that you guys don't know about

that's a little messed up,

and probably makes her such a torture to work with.

We hate Pam. We hate Pam.

all: We hate Pam! We hate Pam!

- We hate Pa-- - So we've established...

- No. No. - That you guys hate Pam.

Do you ever wish she would just...disappear?

Oh!

That was a really rough scene.

- Right? Rough scene. - Yeah.

Oh...at least we can kiss now.

Oh, yeah.

You know, that stuff that I said about you to her...

I did--that's just-- I had to say it.

You know, I was dating her at the time.

Yeah.

Yes, of course.

- Ah...I feel really tired. - Yeah.

Probably from seeing that turkey.

- Oh, yeah. - When we drove by the farm.

Ohh. Always does it.

Are you Nellie? Oh, I think you're my volunteer.

Come on over here, huh?

Oh, I'll do it. I will volunteer.

- No, Nell--she-- - I'll do it.

Oh! Big guy, huh? How's the air up there?

Watch out for...birds.

All right, let's, uh-- let's do some card magic.

Now, what I want you to do is...

I want you to pick a card just by looking at it.

Do not say what it is.

It's the 4 of hearts.

Oh, no, you--

Looks like we got a guy from another country here, huh?

No hablo el cardo, senor?

Hmm? Ha.

All right, the card is picked.

Now, sir, will you please shuffle the deck?

You didn't just do that on...purpose, did ya?

Why is Jim treating the magician poorly?

Little known fact about me--

before I was a magician, I used to work...

- at a rope factory. - Not true.

'cause that's not a real place.

But I never could seem to figure out those knots.

That's not a real knot.

When you pull on it, it disappears.

What the hell?

All right, where's Phyllis?

Who's Phyllis?

Look!

This is really uncool, okay?

I put on a clean show here--

- Okay, scram, wizard. - What?

- You heard me! - Ho oh!

Well, Nellie, I'm sorry.

If I'd known Jim and Pam

would use this party as an excuse

to abuse a magician--

Well, I thought it was quite fun.

In fact, I think they're brilliant employees

in their own way.

Don't you see what I see?

Interesting. Yes.

No, yes, I see that.

Great work, team.

Great party.

You think this is a great party?

This cake has vegetables in it.

Like a salad bar, Robert.

How do I get this taste out of my mouth?

What? Why are we--

I just gotta do one thing.

Oh. Hello.

Hey, everybody, look who's here.

What are you doing here?

Hi. Super-duper honesty time.

I'm not gay.

In fact, I'm so not gay that I'm in love with a girl.

Her name is Erin Hannon, and she's right there.

She's sweet, funny, and beautiful,

and total relationship material.

Why the hell did you come back here?

- Go away. - Get lost.

- Get out! - Okay.

- You're done! - Bye, guys.

Get out. You ruined my party!

Who does that? Are you kidding me?

Yeah, run away, Andy.

- Run away! - You're disgusting!

I can't believe you're not gay!

- Yeah, get outta here. - Don't come back.

Uh-oh.

You don't even know how to drive!

Bye, Andy!

- Loser! - Nice car!

Hey, hank.

Yes, ma'am.

I thought I was very specific

about you not letting up a magician.

Yes, ma'am. I got my eyes open.

Well, turns out he actually made it up there.

What? That ain't right.

Yeah, he came and went.

There's no way he could've got past me.

Well, I--I have to say I am a little disappointed.

Wait a minute!

You said it was a magician, right?

You don't think he coulda used...

it couldn't have been ma--

- Let's just--let's go. - Night-night.