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Ugh, man.

My delts are blasted.

I wish they had a chart

for how much protein powder to scoop.

For a 180 pound man with no fat.

Protein powder, huh?

You cut it with water?

Why don't you just take estrogen?

There you go, boys.

See how papa takes care of you?

Mwah.

I remember when people thought biceps were all that.

They'd flex them all night at the discotheque.

Oh, I bet you think it's all about core, huh?

- Yeah. - Oh, please.

Core's critical.

There are four tenets of pilates

that I live my life by.

One--lengthen.

Two--elongate.

Listen, guys, I think we all want

to know the same thing, right?

Who's the strongest?

Well, there's only one way to solve that--

flat curl contest.

All right, here we go, everybody.

May the manliest man win. Go.

Feast on this, Lewis.

- Argh! - I love the burn.

The burn is where I live.

Come on, Gabe, you can't handle his hamstrings.

You're getting hypno-thigh-zed.

Speed set! One!

Two!

Here, this is for your elbows, for your elbows.

- Oh, thank you. - You're welcome.

Five, six...

Quick phone call from you guys.

Keep going. all: Eight, nine, ten.

We got it?

Very funny, Jim.

Yeah, Jim.

Way to mock us for perfecting our bodies.

Everyone. Conference room, now.

Oh.

Ooh.

All right, easy there, grandpa.

- I don't need your help. - Okay.

- You don't need my help? - Here, here...

just...

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Morning.

Hey.

- Somebody left in such a hurry this morning

that she forgot...

- these. Oh.

- No biggie, I just decided to wear yours.

- Oh, well, that worked out. Yeah.

- You know the only thing more delicious than your feet

is the feast that I am going to prepare for everyone.

- Andy, if you're gonna hang out for a while,

uh...

What's this?

- This dumb new rule Robert made.

He just wants visitors to sign in.

- Is this Robert's attempt to embarrass me?

No, of course not.

It's just--I think it's, like,

if we make an exception for you,

then we have to make an exception for the water guy,

and then it's, like, where does it end?

So just...

Robert thinks that Andy comes to the office too often.

So he said we have to put some rules in place

to dissuade visitors.

Well, not visitors, really. Just Andy.

The water guy was so offended.

- Why is it when other people spend all their time

at the office, they're rewarded for it,

and when I do it, I am told it's a little much?

Is it because I'm not an employee anymore?

Because that's what it feels like.

- All right, well, enjoy the alumni game.

- Good, we have a deal? Thanks, Janet.

- Thanks so much, Earl. Bye.

Wow, simultaneous sale.

- And they said it couldn't be done. Boom!

- Screw 'em. Lot going on, guys.

What's happening?

- Binghamton branch closed last night,

and all their clients are up for grabs.

- That was a fine branch.

Things are really bad under Robert California, I guess.

It's like a festival of poo.

- Hey, hey, come on, language.

- Yeah, and we're not interested

in your sour grapes, okay?

Jim, tell him where he can stick his grapes.

- In the fridge. No, Jim.

The butt, in his butt.

- Sorry, man, I can't focus on zingers.

There's too many potential clients.

- You two better watch yourselves.

- Yeah, the Syracuse branch can't be happy

you're taking New York clients.

- Hey, come on now, it's first come, first serve.

- It's always been an unwritten rule that we

don't cross state lines.

- Well, I've always had a volatile relationship

with the rules.

And with the unwritten rules, it's like, ka-bam!

Shh.

Shh.

If the content of your prize has no merit,

please adjust the volume accordingly.

Ah, it looks like somebody had a wild night.

Robert...

why did Binghamton close?

Can everyone just please...

I had a one-man saturnalia last night.

In celebration of the finalization of my divorce,

I got into a case of Australian reds

and--how should I say this--Columbian whites.

What--what is this about, uh, Binghamton?

The branch closed.

Forever.

Closing the Binghamton branch

never occurred to me before today.

Or, I guess, last night.

But in vino veritas, as they say.

I'm not gonna start doubting my drunken self now.

I got your voicemail.

From--from last night.

- Wonderful. - And the answer...

is yes, yes, yes, yes, and...

never.

Pam, when's the last time you lived so intensely

that your brain literally couldn't hold the memories in?

Oh, it was the summer--

Apparently, I left a phone message

for Nellie last night,

and I need you to find out what I said.

And I need you to be discreet. Can you be discreet?

Well, I tell Jim everything,

and I have a general no secrets philosophy,

and sometimes I exaggerate for effect

just because I like the attention.

- Um, I am a little busy. - Yes.

Of course.

Why don't you list the things

that would keep you from helping me?

Yeah, I can make you a list.

Let's do it now.

What's number one?

That I have phone calls to return.

Phone calls, and emails I imagine.

- Mm-hmm. - They can wait.

Let's get to the core of what it is you do in this office,

the things that make you invaluable.

Number two.

Why don't I help you now?

- There we go. - Okay.

Can I have any that drops on the floor?

No, Kevin, you can't eat off the floor.

- Why not? - It's gross.

I eat cookies off the floor all the time, Andy.

Just give me one bite.

I'll do the Kevin shimmy for it.

Who the hell are Jim Halpert and Dwight Schrute?

Jim, Dwight, what are your last names?

Jim, run.

That's Halpert. That's Schrute.

She's got money.

That one over there is married to a senator.

A state senator.

And you are?

Harry Jannerone, Dunder Mifflin Syracuse.

What the hell's all this?

Uh, cherries jubilee over homemade gelato.

You live well down here in PA.

I want to talk to you guys right now.

Oh, and Lloyd Gross too.

Which one's that guy?

The salesmen have a commission cap,

but we figured out a way around it.

Lloyd Gross is a fictional salesman we invented

to--how do I put this--steal from the company.

Embezzle. To commit fraud.

Okay, it sounds sketchy, but it helps us get more money.

- Yes. - Pam made a drawing of Lloyd.

He is a blend of all the salesmen.

There he is.

That's Lloyd.

Me?

Yeah, you.

With us, now, Lloyd.

Do you want any coffee or anything from the kitchen?

You got a kitchen?

Like Dubai over here.

Now, Lloyd.

I drive personally from Syracuse

all the way to Binghamton to check in on my new clients.

My seatbelt dinger, broken, going off the whole time,

even though my seatbelt's on.

We didn't do anything wrong.

Now, let me just stop you right there.

As I said, I'm a simple man.

I drive a simple car. I lead a simple life.

I've kept a child-like wonder at the simple things in life,

like a tiny shoe, or a delicious red apple,

but I don't mean I'm simple like I'm some sort

of damn simple brain person!

You can't say simple brain.

Also, tiny shoes are not simple.

Have you ever seen a baby's Reebok?

Imagine my surprise when client after client

says they already gave their business

to some Jack and Jills from Scranton.

Where do you get off crossing state lines?

Now, we're actually closer to Binghamton than you are,

Kimosabe.

I like to think Lloyd Gross is a no-nonsense guy

who doesn't back down from anybody.

And he calls people "Kimosabe."

They're New York. We're New York.

State line is the dividing line.

That's the way it's always been.

There's actually not a rule that says that.

- That's true. - That's true.

There's no rule.

You can check the employee handbook.

Oh, can I check the employee handbook, Lloyd?

Well, does it say anything about me choking a man

with my bare hands?

No.

Wait, no? Are you kidding me?

You told me there was a rule.

I could've choked so many people by now.

Stay out of my state.

It's in your best interest to stay out of my state.

I've seen guys like you.

Big guys who like to push the little guys around.

Lloyd Gross eats bullies like you for breakfast.

Just stay out of New York, Lloyd.

Hey, text from the old wife.

Gonna take that.

How about this? How about we just ask Robert?

Can we all agree that maybe the CEO Should decide this?

Robert's here? Look at us.

Bickering like schoolgirls, looking around the room

for things to hit each other with.

I don't think we were doing that.

Chair, lamp, plant,

table leg, Jim's leg.

Where's the Advil, Jim?

I think I've hit my limit

- on the Tylenol--oh. - Sorry, not Jim.

Andrew, what do we have to do to get rid of you?

Hire you back and send Erin back to Florida?

Message received loud and clear.

I don't even want to hang out at Robert's stupid company.

It just so happens that that's the company

where my girlfriend and all my best friends work.

So I mean, he could get a job anywhere else,

and I would never bother him again,

as long as it's not my gym, or my J.Crew, or my other J.Crew.

Just have to get the caramelized sugar

- off the pan before it dries. - Oh, for God--

Robert California.

What a surprise you're here in Scranton.

Harry.

Did you get the antique typewriter I sent you?

It's a Blickensderfer, very rare.

I have a friend at Sotheby's.

Yes, I did, thank you.

Did you get the steaks I sent you?

They come from cows that only drink beer and eat arugula.

Yes, they were delicious.

So why would you close Binghamton down

without a transition plan in place?

How do you mean?

I forgot a--

- a pan, uh-- - No, no, no, no, no, kid.,

stay there, do your dishes, go ahead.

Harry, there is a time for every decision,

predetermined many years ago.

There's no benefit in questioning

why this particular decision seems...

so poorly timed.

Okay, what are you deciding? We get a say.

Listen, Robert, I don't have time.

There's a big client in play.

Prestige Direct Mail Solutions--

Don't listen to him.

- Used to be Binghamton's-- - Nope.

- I want it, it's mine. - Prestige is ours.

Okay, they're responsible for half

of the junk mail on the eastern seaboard.

We get them. We already put a call into them, Robert.

We need you to make a decision.

- Make a decision. - I have decided.

Neither of you are to have any contact

with either Prestige or any other Binghamton client

until I have figured out how to divide things up.

As Solomon once said...

Some bizarre energy in this place today.

Robert going off the rails,

making some funky decisions.

Like why is nobody gonna call on Prestige?

That is a huge client.

I mean, they could give their business

to the first person to walk in the door.

Could be any idiot.

Any idiot at all.

Shaping a company is, in a sense,

similar to training a geisha.

You have to mold not merely the physical form,

but also the character.

The two must harmonize.

Are they still there?

They want a decision who gets the big client.

Well, they can wait.

I'll still be talking about geishas

long past their bedtime.

You know, I trained as one.

Is it just me or is our boss a freakin' weirdo?

I'm not saying that in a pejorative sense.

I love weirdos. I don't like my food to touch.

A little weirdness is good.

But he cultivates it.

Weird for weird's sake.

That's freaking weird.

I think he's just going through a rough time

with the divorce.

Who's not going through a divorce?

I know a guy going through two divorces.

He's gonna lose half, then half, then go to jail.

I get too worked up.

I'm gonna get some air.

Jim, you know what would be really dastardly?

If we snuck out of here and got to the client first.

He's running!

Damn it!

Damn it.

Who is this for? Does this go in a rear end?

You've really never seen a baby bottle?

Oh, God.

All this modern parenting garbage is weighing us down.

- What are you doing? - I'm sick of it.

The baby wasn't in it, Jim. I checked.

- Dwight! - I didn't really check.

Go!

Hey, girlfriend.

Mm.

I don't know.

I guess I'll try some girl talk.

I am great at girl talk.

So...what do you make of this Robert California guy?

I mean, what does a guy like that do on an average weeknight?

Oh. Oh, I'll tell you what he does.

Hello! Hello, my clucking hens.

Got room for another in the roost? Huh?

Don't worry, I won't lay an egg.

Robert sent me to take over if Pam fails.

If?

I have been crunching numbers all day.

Math is for boys. I need girl talk.

Did someone say girl talk?

Sometimes I wonder if I have ovaries in my scrotum,

because I am great at girl talk.

Have you guys been watching any good Korean soap operas?

I'm pretty deep into Hee-Jung Cinderella Girl.

Although, I definitely fast-forward

through the Young-Tae storylines.

Do you think I'd like that,

or is it important to have an Asian fetish?

Uh, I think you're gonna need to have an Asian fetish.

Yeah.

It'll be upsetting if you don't.

What is this supposed to be?

It's a monkey.

Jim, get real. This is not a monkey.

It's got a hula skirt and a blue nose.

Hold on, hold on. Is this him?

- What? - Is that him?

It's him! Do something! Get out!

What? What am I gonna do? I don't--

Go slash his tires!

Go dent his hood.

That's it? Oh, that's great.

That's like a five-second delay.

- Dwight! - Come on, let's go!

Does this thing have turbo? Nitrous?

- Hit the nos. - Nos?

You mean like in Fast and Furious?

- Yeah. - Oh, yeah, definitely have nos.

- Hit the nos. - Are you sure?

- Yes. - Brace yourself.

- 3...2...1. - We got it. Go!

Here we go!

Hello. Andy Bernard to see the CEO.

Oh, do you have an appointment?

No, I do not.

Okay, I think I can squeeze you in.

Seriously?

'Cause I could just be anyone.

I mean, I thought I was gonna have to convince you.

He's really not that busy.

Is there someone here to see me?

Yes, this man.

Come on in.

I'm a former paper executive.

I know the product. I know the margins.

I can save you 25% on your costs.

Why haven't I heard of you? You got any references?

No. I'm a rogue.

- Uh-huh. - Which is the best part.

That means you will be my first customer

and your business will get 100% of my attention.

Now...I have written down my personal phone number.

You call this anytime.

Every salesman I've ever met

has given me his personal phone number.

Of course they have.

Which is why I'm giving you a key to my house.

Whatever you need-- anytime, night or day--

you just stop on by.

You want me to drive to your house if I need paper.

Maybe you just want someone to talk to.

Maybe...you need a place to crash for a couple of days.

I got wireless headphones for the TV.

You won't even wake me up.

My wireless password is eat, pray, love.

Easy to remember.

I just keep asking myself,

what is my SkinnyGirl Margarita?

I think we should all go around in a circle

and each tell one secret, except for Gabe.

Let's go around here.

What, is everyone just hanging out?

No, we're letting it all hang out.

Nellie was gonna tell a story.

Oh, great, sounds good.

Break room's busy today.

Nobody knows there's a mouse who lives in the wall

behind the vending machine.

I feed him.

Now he comes out every day at the same time.

If people find Squeaker, he's toast.

I just want to give him his food.

And try one more time with the top hat.

So is everyone gonna be a while, or...

Angela, I think you should tell a secret.

Okay, um, I'm gonna make one up

because those are more fun.

So there was a guy, and he--

I'm about to fart, so you guys might want to bail.

Gosh.

Hey, buddy.

Ready? Go, go!

Go! Go, go, go, go. Go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Ahhh...

You all right?

Yeah.

- Oh. - Ah!

Dwight, what are you doing?

Go, go! Take the stairs! Now!

- What are you talking about? - Just run! Take the stairs!

I don't even know where the stairs are.

- I'll stall him. Go! - God!

What are you doing?

I'm gonna activate the seismic failsafe.

We'll be stuck between floors for hours.

Oh.

- My pants fell down. - What?

My pants fell down! I don't have a belt!

Hello, sir. Good day.

Dwight K. Schrute. Dunder Mifflin, Scranton.

Forgive my pants, they fell down.

An appointment with Mr. Ramish, please.

Now is fine. No, no, no, I was here first.

Dwight K. Schrute. Dunder Mifflin, Scranton.

- Hi, guys, what's going on? - Mr. Ramish.

Harry Jannerone. Dunder Mifflin, Syracuse.

- I was here first. - Oh, oh. Okay.

I already made an appointment with your secretary.

Let me stop you all right here.

I've already picked a new paper supplier.

Wait, it's not DM Utica, is it?

No, no, it's not Dunder Mifflin at all actually.

- It's...Big Red Paper Company. - Big Red Paper Company?

Mm-hmm.

Yes, yes, yes!

- Give me a cup of coffee. - Me too.

Or do you also have a monopoly on thirst?

All right, guys.

It didn't work out for any of us.

So...we're still on the same team.

- Let me get these. - No.

Let him get his own. He's got Syracuse money.

You know, your partner's got a lotta attitude.

But I like that. How long you guys been dating?

Jim couldn't land me in a thousand years.

But you're saying there's a chance.

Shut up.

- Hey. - Hmm?

I stole Nellie's phone.

Excellent. Excellent.

Though troubling that your first instinct is thievery.

What do you want from me?

Now we get to the bottom of Nellie's

"Yes, yes, yes, yes. Never."

Hello, Nell, it's Mom.

Do keep your chin up.

It can't possibly be as bad as you described.

Oh, yes, it can.

This is Mastercard.

You are over the limit.

Send the minimum payment of $448 by monday

or we will be forced to send it to collections.

- Shopaholic. - Sounds like it.

Yeah.

Hi, sis. Is your boss still hitting on you?

Ah.

This is Annie from Second Nests.

I'm sorry, but the Romanian orphanage felt more comfortable

with a two-person nuclear family

than a single mother.

So we're gonna hold out for that.

Okay, that's enough.

Pam, we need to get to the bottom of this.

- No, no, no! - No, come on.

Robert!

Okay, oops! I deleted them all.

They're all deleted.

Pam, Pam. You've completely bungled this!

Ah. Ahh.

Oh, man, that's nice.

That's real nice. You got this today, huh?

- Yeah. - Monogramed and everything.

Who's initials are LG?

Oh, let's just say a cool customer

by the name of Lloyd--

Gross.

You found Squeaker.

Who?

My mouse, Squeaker.

- This is Rusty. - Who?

My mouse, Rusty.

I've been feeding this mouse for three weeks.

He loves cheese curls, don't you?

Rusty is the eldest son

of Ruth and Maverick's fifth litter.

Hold on.

How many mice are in this office?

I don't know.

A couple hundred maybe?

We have to stop feeding the mice.

Why?

- Hmm. - Hey.

Can I do it, Pam?

Can I pull off a gold Arabian sandal?

Um...yes. Definitely.

- With your hair-- - Oh!

Certainly.

Um...you dropped your cell phone.

- Oh! Gosh. - Yep.

Thank you. I'm...so stupid.

No. My goodness. You have a lot going on.

With Robert and everything.

Oh, God, Pam. Don't get me started.

- No, I will not. - You've just got me started.

Robert...is... a filthy beast.

I mean, don't you get the feeling,

every time he looks at you,

he's just thinking of 15 different ways to do you?

Well--

I mean, the man talks of nothing but sex.

But sometimes he talks about flesh...and bacchanals.

I cannot even tell you what he left on my phone last night.

No...don't. Just put it out of your mind.

Pam, what is your address?

I'm gonna send you a pair of these gold harem shoes.

Oh, no. You don't--

Oh, yes.

Come on, a little gold Arabian slipper.

Things are looking up.

I might be a mother soon.

I have Mastercard right where I want them.

And... I have a new friend.

A friend.

At work.

Erin.

There's a call for you on line one.

Who is it?

He says Salvation. No last name.

Yeah, hello?

You once put me on a list of the losers in the office.

Well, this loser just got your biggest client

to give him all their business.

So hire me back, that business is yours.

Don't, and I will find another buyer.

You're blackmailing me.

- It's just business. - Ah, well.

I will not be blackmailed by some ineffectual, privileged,

effete, soft-penised debutante.

You wanna start a street fight with me,

bring it on.

But you're gonna be surprised by how ugly it gets.

You don't even know my real name.

I'm the Lizard king.

Whoa.

Well, I gave him a chance.

- Andy Bernard. - You got a minute?

Um...I'm in the middle of a piano lesson.

I wanted to see if I could interest you in an investment.

Dunder mifflin.

Dunder Mifflin.

Now...why would I want that?

It's worth half what it was three years ago.

Exactly.

And you know better than anyone that with the right management,

it could be worth twice what you would pay for it today.

Why don't you come in?

So what would you do if you weren't selling paper?

Oh, man, I'd have to sell beets.

Probably submit them for competitions.

- What? - Yeah!

I know it sounds stupid,

but nationals has always kinda been a dream of mine.

How have we never talked about this before?

Wait. You don't even care about nationals.

Nothing?

I don't know.

I've always wanted to own a bike shop,

but what about you?

I'd like to sell one big thing, you know?

Like...a plane.

One sale, I'm out.

That sounds lovely.

Anyway, Robert's gonna run this company into the ground.

So...

we won't be doing this in six months.

What's your fascination with the Scranton branch?

We got all the same drama and wackadoos as them.

This guy Mike, same lunch every day.

Chef salad, 15 years.

And Janelle, she's an African-American woman,

working in HR, she wears wigs.

Must have three, four wigs.

Like, what's your hair gonna be today?

I don't know.

The audience could get into it.

You know, like, what's it gonna be today?

We even got a Pam too. Her name's Sharon.

And she's pretty funny-looking.

She's in love with this guy, Matt,

and he's really ugly too.

They got kind of a will they, won't they thing going on.

Everyone's rooting for won't they.

I cannot stress enough how unappealing

these two individuals are, truly.

If they ever got together, it would destroy your project.

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