The Office [US] Transcripts
The Office: An American Workplace
2x07: THE CLIENT
Original Air Date (NBC): 08/NOV/2005
Writer: Paul Lieberstein
Director: Greg Daniels
Guest star: Oscar Nunez (Oscar), Brian Baumgartner (Kevin), Kate Flannery (Meredith), David Denman (Roy), Angela Kinsey (Angela), Phyllis Smith (Phyllis), Leslie David Baker (Stanley), Mindy Kaling (Kelly), Creed Bratton (Creed) , Melora Hardin (Jan Levinson), Tim Meadows (Christian)
Transcript by Nikki
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INT. THE OFFICE, MORNING
(Ryan walks in holding some articles on hangers, from the dry cleaners)
(Jim is talking to Pam at reception)
Ryan: Hey. Any luck with that big meeting yet? I've got Michael's lucky tie. (holds up a hanger with a single tie)
Jim: No, they're in the conference room.
Ryan: Okay.
Pam: Wait, are those Michael's Levis?
Ryan: Yeah, who dry-cleans jeans?
(Pam looks at Jim)
Pam: (VO) Michael and his jeans.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF PAM
Pam: He gets in them and....
CUT TO A MONTAGE OF MICHAEL AND HIS JEANS
(Michael is wearing his jeans with a long sleeved shirt and is jumping up on the reception counter)
(Pam is trying to catch the things he knocks down)
Pam: (VO) ...I'm not exactly sure what happens.
(Michael is wearing his jeans and dancing on the lamp stand by reception)
Pam: (VO) But I can tell you, he loves the way he looks...
(Michael (wearing the jeans) is doing tricep curls in the doorway of his office)
Pam: (VO) ...in those jeans.
(Michael is shuffling along with his feet in trash cans)
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF PAM
Pam: I know that's why he started casual Fridays.
CUT BACK TO RECEPTION
Pam: (to Ryan) I'll take those. Thanks.
(In one smooth move, Pam swings the jeans over her hand and tosses them under her desk)
CUT TO INTRO WITH CREDITS
INT. THE CONFERENCE ROOM
(Jan is laying out some papers in front of Michael)
Jan: This is a projection of the county's needs.
Michael: Wow, graphs and charts. (looks at camera) Somebody's been really doing their homework. Looks like USA Today.
Jan: 13 schools, uh, 2 hospitals...
Jim: (VO) So this possible client they're talking about. Actually a big deal.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF JIM
Jim: It's Lackawanna County. Our whole county. And if we get this, they might not have to downsize our branch. And I could work here for years. And years...and...years.
CUT BACK TO CONFERENCE ROOM
Jan: So, when we get to the Radisson, I'd like to-
Michael: Oh, I changed it to Chili's.
Jan: Excuse me?
Michael: Radisson just gives out this vibe. It's like, "Oh, I'm doing business at the Radisson." It's kinda snooty, so...
Jan: You had no right to do that, Michael.
Michael: Here's the thing, Chili's is the new golf course. It's where business happens. (looks at the camera) Small Businessman Magazine.
Jan: It said that.
Michael: It will. I sent it in. Letter to the editor.
Jan: (leans in) Alright. (in a warning tone) But you will let me run this meeting.
Michael: (nods head) Mmmm. Mm-hmm. (under his breath) Powertrip.
Jan: What?
CUT TO THE KITCHEN AREA
(Jim is listening to Oscar, people are milling around)
Oscar: She had done a background check on me. She had it printed out,
Jim: No.
Oscar: Yeah. And she was asking me about stuff line by line while we were having dinner.
(Everybody laughs)
Ryan: That is unbelievable.
Pam: What's going on?
Jim: We are doing worst first dates.
Pam: Oh my God. I win. Okay, it was a minor league hockey game. He brought his brother. And when I went to the bathroom, the game ended, and they forgot about me.
Oscar: Okay, that's a joke.
Pam: No, they had to come back for me.
Jim: Wait, when was this?
Pam: Um...it was...not that long ago.
Kelly: Wait, not Roy. Say it's not your fiancé. (laughs)
(Pam is quiet but grins it off)
Jim: (VO) I always knew...
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF JIM
Jim: ...Pam has refused to go to sports games with Roy. But, I never knew why. Interesting.
CUT TO THE OFFICE AREA
(Michael and Jan are walking out of the conference room)
Michael: Okay, let's do this thing. Wish us luck.
Dwight: Good luck Michael, good luck Jan.
Jan: Thank you.
Michael: (quietly) Kiss ass. (louder) Okay, probably going to go late tonight, burning the midnight tequila. So, I think you all could, uh, just take off now.
Jan: Michael, this shouldn't take more than an hour.
Michael: Well...
Jan: Do you always shut down the entire office when you leave for an hour?
Michael: No, no, that would not be efficient. Actually, they just don't get very much work done when I'm not here.
(Jan looks at him through squinted eyes)
Michael: That's not true. I know how to delegate. And they do more work when I'm not here. Not more...the same amount of work...is done whether I am here or not.
(Jan just looks at Michael as he continues to shove his foot further in his mouth)
Michael: Hey everybody, listen up. This is what we're gonna do. You sit tight untill I return, sound good? Doesn't matter. It's an order. Follow it blindly. Mm-ha-ha. Okay? Alright, ciao. Adios!
CUT TO THE BUILDING ENTRANCE
(Jan and Michael are walking out)
Jan: So which way is Chili's?
Michael: Ah, I'll drive.
Jan: No, that's alright. I want to leave straight from there.
Michael: It's just a couple blocks away. So...boy, you really don't know Scranton, do you?
Jan: I know Scranton.
Michael: At all.
Jan: Alright.
Michael: Have you ever been to Scranton, Jan?
Jan: If it's just a couple blocks away, we can go together.
Michael: (laughing) Okay.
(Jan walks to Michael's car)
Michael: (VO) Jan Levinson-Gould. Jan is cold.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF MICHAEL
Michael: If she was sitting across from you on a train, and she wasn't moving, you might think she was dead.
CUT TO MICHAEL'S CAR
Michael: We should come up with a signal of some sort.
Jan: Why would we need a signal?
Michael: Well, in case one of us gets into trouble, the other one can signal and...
Jan: What kind of trouble are you planning on getting in Michael?
Michael: Well, I, it could be either of us.
Jan: You're going to let me do the talking, we agreed on that.
Michael: (looks at camera) Yes.
CUT TO CHILI'S
(Jan and Michael walk in)
(A serious looking man is sitting in the waiting area)
Michael: Hello? Christian?
Christian: Yes.
Michael: I thought that was you. Hi.
Christian: Hi.
Michael: Michael Scott, this is Jan Levinson-Gould.
Jan: Just Jan Levinson.
Michael: And- (to Jan) No Gould?
Jan: No. (to Christian) Thank you very much for meeting with us. Have you been waiting long?
Christian: No, not long.
Jan: Good.
Michael: Uh, Jan, what happened?
Jan: Michael.
Michael: Is Gould dead? What, uh...
Jan: (sighs) Michael. We got divorced, okay? (to Christian) I'm so sorry, excuse me.
Michael: Wow, you're kidding me. Do you wanna talk about it?
Jan: Michael. (to waiter) Could we have a table for three please?
Michael: When did this happen?
Jan: We're in a meeting.
Michael: Okay.
Waitress: This way please.
Jan: Christian...
Michael: Alright, after you.
Christian: Thank you.
(Michael looks at the camera and mouths "Wow")
CUT TO THE BOOTH AT CHILI'S
(Jan takes a folder out)
Jan: I thought we could start by going over the needs of the county.
Christian: Right. Well, Lackawanna County has not been immune to the slow economic growth over the past five years. So for us, the name of the game is budget reduction.
Michael: Awesome Blossom?
Jan: What?
Michael: I think we should share and Awesome Blossom. What do you say? They are awesome. You want to, Christian? Awesome?
Christian: Sure.
Michael: Okay, it's done. Actually, Megan, may we have an Awesome Blossom, please? Extra Awesome? Not it's done.
Jan: So, um, if you have a-
Michael: Hey, I heard a very, very, funny joke the other day. You wanna hear it?
Jan: Christian, you don't have to listen to this.
Christian: It's okay, I like jokes.
Michael: Okay.
Jan: Just the one.
Michael: Just one joke? Okay. Well, if it's just gonna be one...I, will think of a different joke. Um...let's see. (thinks)
CUT TO THE RECEPTION AREA AT THE OFFICE
Pam: (answering phone) Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.
Michael: (on phone) Pam, it's Michael. I need you to go into my office and check some data for me.
CUT TO MICHAEL'S OFFICE
(Pam is holding a book with several bookmarks)
Pam: Okay, um, you want me to read 'em?
Michael: (on speaker phone) Yes.
Pam: Okay, um, a fisherman is walking down 5th Avenue leading an animal behind him.
Michael: No! Nope. Told it. Not as good as you think. Pick another one.
Pam: Okay. There's a transcript between a Naval ship and-
Michael: Oh, hey! Bingo! And a lighthouse.
CUT TO CHILI'S
(Michael is on his cell phone, Jan and Christian are sitting in the booth in the distance)
Michael: Yes, that is hysterical. Could you start that one from the beginning?
Pam: (on phone) Sure, there's a transcript between a Naval ship and a lighthouse.
CUT TO MICHAEL'S OFFICE
(Pam is putting away Michael's joke books)
(She moves some papers out of the way and puts the books in his desk drawer)
(She looks at the papers)
(She flips through the sheets and smiles, then silently laughs)
(She looks up at the camera with a slight smile, she can't believe what she just found)
CUT TO JIM'S DESK
(Pam walks up, drops the papers in front of Jim, and leans on his desk)
Jim: (looks at the papers) Is this real?
Pam: It is a screenplay...starring himself.
Jim: (reading the paper) Agent Michael Scarn.
Pam: Of the F.B.I.
Jim: (flips through the stack) How long is this? Oh, Pam, good work. Oh, wait, stop. Drawings.
Pam: What is that?
Jim: Oh, those are drawings, in case the writing didn't really put a picture in your head.
(Pam is laughing)
Jim: And there he is, in the flesh, Agent Michael Scarn. Now we know what he looks like.
CUT TO THE MEETING AT CHILI'S
(Christian is eating some Awesome Blossom, while Jan sits silently with her hands folded)
Michael: First guy says, "Well, I'm an astronaut, so I drive a Saturn." And the second guy says, "Well, I am a pimp, so I drive a cheap Escort." And the third guy says, "I got you both beat, I'm a proctologist, so I drive a brown Probe."
Christian: (laughing) Oh, no! Oh my God, that's funny! I almost had Awesome Blossom coming out of my nose! (laughs some more)
Jan: (to a waiter) Excuse me, could I have a vodka tonic, please?
CUT TO CONFERENCE ROOM AT THE OFFICE
Jim: Do we all have our copy of "Threat Level Midnight" by Michael Scott?
(Everybody is in the conference room with a script in front of them)
Everybody: Yeah.
Jim: Alright, let's get this started. I'm gonna be reading the action descriptions. And Phyllis, I would like you to play Catherine Zeta-Jones.
Phyllis: (laughing) That's the character's name?
Jim: Oh yeah.
Dwight: You guys should not be doing this.
Jim: Why not Dwight? This is a movie. I mean this is for all of America to enjoy.
Dwight: You took something that doesn't belong to you.
Jim: Dwight.
Dwight: Brought it in here, made copies of it...
Jim: Do you want to play the lead role of Agent Michael Scarn?
(Dwight is silent)
CUT TO CHILI'S
(Michael is playing with his tie, which has a mouth on its underside, Christian is laughing)
Michael: Arrgh! Num, num, num. That's delicious! I love it.
(Christian is getting a big kick out of it)
Jan: We would probably be upset with ourselves if we went this whole night without talking business. (to Christian) So, Dunder Mifflin can provide a level of personal service to the county that the warehouse chains just can't match.
Christian: Well, we are out to save money.
Jan: What's the bottom line?
Michael: Blah! Blah blah blah. Blu bad be bah.
(Jan looks at Michael)
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF MICHAEL
Michael: That's why I wanted a signal between us. So I wouldn't have to just shout nonsense words. That's her fault.
CUT BACK TO CHILI'S
Michael: Did somebody say babyback ribs? (looks at menu) Hmm? Hmm?
Jan: I don't think Christian has time for that, Michael.
Christian: I have time.
Michael: (singing) I want my babyback, babyback, babyback...
(Christian laughs, Jan looks down dissapointed)
Michael and Christian: (singing) I want my babyback, babyback, babyback...
Michael: (singing) Chili's babyback ribs..
CUT TO OFFICE CONFERENCE ROOM
(Dwight is now sitting with the rest of the employees, script in hand)
Jim: Inside the F.B.I., Agent Michael Scarn sits with his feet up on his desk. Catherine Zeta-Jones enters.
Phyllis: (reading) Um, Sir, you have some messages.
Dwight: (reading) Not now!
Phyllis: They're important.
Dwight: Okay, what are they?
Phyllis: The first message is...I love you. That's from me.
Dwight: Not in a thousand years, Catherine. We work together. And get off my desk.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF DWIGHT
Dwight: Yes, I have acted before. I was in a production of Oklahoma! in the seventh grade. I played the part of Mutie the mailman. They had too many kids, so they made up roles like that. And I was good.
CUT BACK TO CONFERENCE ROOM
(Roy walks up to the door in the background)
Dwight: If it isn't my old partner. Samuel L. Chang.
Ryan: Agent Michael Scarn, you lost some weight.
(Pam notices Roy)
Dwight: Thank you for noticing.
(Pam gets up to talk to Roy)
Dwight: Now, keep me company for one more mission.
Pam: (whispering to Roy) Hey, I have to work late.
Dwight: (OS) As soon as I blow out these candles, I'm retiring.
Roy: (looks around) You're joking, right?
(Pam shakes her head)
Jim: Agent Michael Scarn takes out a nine millimeter gun and shoots the cake to bits.
(Dwight makes gun noises)
(Roy hands Pam something and walks off)
(Pam joins the group again)
Ryan: Ha ha ha, Agent Michael Scarn, you so funny. Word.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF KEVIN
Kevin: Michael's movie? Two thumbs down! (smiles)
CUT TO CHILI'S
(Michael and Christian are loudly eating ribs as Jan watches them a bit disgusted)
CUT BACK TO CONFERENCE ROOM
Jim: (reading) A man sitting several seats down who has a gold face turns to Michael Scarn. (looks around the room) Uh, ooh. Oscar, you wanna play Goldenface?
Oscar: (clears throat and starts reading) Mr. Scarn, perhaps you would be more comfortable in my private jet.
Dwight: Yes, perhaps I would Goldenface. Sam, get my luggage.
Ryan: I forget it, brotha.
Dwight: (reading) Samuel, you are such and idiot! You are the worst assistant ever. And you're disgusting Dwigt. (stops) Wait, who's Dwigt?
(Everybody looks at each other)
Pam: (VO) Here's what we think happened.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF PAM
Pam: Michael's sidekick, who all through the movie is this complete idiot who's causing the downfall of the United States, was originally named Dwight. But then Michael changed it to Samuel L. Chang using a search and replace. But that doesn't work on misspelled words. Leaving behind one, Dwigt. And Dwight figured it out. (smiles) Oops.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF DWIGHT
Dwight: (angry) D-W-I-G-H-T
CUT BACK TO CONFERENCE ROOM
Dwight: Okay, you know what? I am done with this. That's it, the end. (gets up from table)
Jim: Well, some of us wanna keep reading, so...
Dwight: Uh, you don't speak for everyone, Jim. Okay, announcement. My uncle bought me some fireworks. And anyone who wants to see a real show, come with me outside now.
Jim: That's actually a good idea, we'll all take a brief intermission.
(People start to get up)
Jim: (to Pam) Hey, are you hungry?
Pam: Yeah.
Jim: Yeah?
CUT TO MEETING AT CHILI'S
Christian: And so after watching my mom go through so much pain, I decided to keep that promise that I made to her.
(Jan takes a big swig of her drink)
Christian: And take care of her.
Michael: Hoo. Well, this brings us to Jan. Truth or dare? Tell us about your divorce.
Jan: Oh, no, Michael. Michael, Michael.
Michael: Ooh, right?
Jan: Please, no. Really.
Michael: Oh, hey. So you're not gonna play. (to Christian) She's not playing.
Christian: That's not fair.
Michael: She's not playing the game.
Jan: We've been fighting for a while, he didn't want kids. I knew that going into it. But he also knew that I did. So I guess I thought that he would change his mind. He thought that I would change mine.
Christian: You didn't.
Jan: I was stupid.
Michael: No. No, you were not stupid. Gould was stupid, right?
Christian: That's right. You know, you were really brave. I mean, you, you put your arms out there, you slit your wrists.
Michael: It's true.
Christian: You said, "World, this is my blood, it's red. Just like yours, so love me."
CUT TO THE OFFICE KITCHEN
(Jim is making some sandwiches)
Jim: (VO) I had plans to meet a friend tonight.
(Pam is getting sodas from the vending machine, smiling)
Jim: (VO) Which I had to cancel. But this is cool too.
CUT TO JIM IN THE STAIRWELL
(Jim is holding a box)
Jim: I'm not a complainer.
(He starts climbing the ladder to the roof)
CUT TO THE ROOFTOP
(Jim and Pam are sitting on fold out chairs)
(Pam is lighting a citronella candle)
Jim: Wow.
Pam: For the bugs.
Jim: Nice. That's excellent because bugs love...(takes a plate out of the box)...my famous grilled cheese sandwich.
Pam: Yes! Nice. (eating) I can't remember the last time someone made me dinner.
(Jim smiles broadly and points in the distance)
(The camera zooms to a small field across the parking lot)
(Dwight and Kevin are standing around a small firework fountain)
Dwight: Whoa! Yeah! Whoo hoo! Whoo!
(Dwight jumps over the sparks, Kevin swings a leg around it)
CUT TO CHILI'S
(Jan, Michael, and Christian are now sitting at the bar)
(Jan looks bored and a little drunk)
Christian: Right down the street?
Michael: Mm hmm. Kenneth Road, born and raised. Spent my whole life right here in Lackawanna County. And I do not intend on moving.
(Christian laughs)
Michael: I know this place. I know how many hospitals we have. I know how many schools we have. It's home, you know? (Christian nods) I know the challenges that this county's up against. Here's the thing about those discount suppliers, they don't care. They come in, they undercut everything, (Jan wakes from her daze) and they run us out of business. And then, once we're all gone, they jack up the prices.
Christian: I know.
Michael: It's bad.
Christian: It's terrible.
Michael: It is, you know what? It really is.
Jan: Um..
(Michael motions for her to stay quiet)
Christian: I don't know. I guess I could give you guys our business, but you have to meet me halfway, okay? Because they're expecting me to make cuts.
Michael: (looks at Jan) Well, corporate's gonna go ballistic, but, uh, you think we could, Jan?
(Jan looks at Michael and gives him a smile that shows her appreciation)
CUT TO THE EXTERIOR OF THE OFFICE BUILDING
(Jim and Pam are walking out)
Jim: So, I guess I'll see you in...(looks at watch)...10 hours.
Pam: What are you going to do with your time off?
Jim: Travel.
Pam: (laughs) Yeah.
Jim: I've been looking forward to it. (Jim places an headphone bud in his ear) It's gonna be...really nice. I'm gonna find myself.
Pam: You have new music?
Jim: Yeah. (Pam extends her hand) Definitely. (Jim gives her the other bud)
(Jim turns the music up as he moves closer and Pam places the bud in her ear)
(The beginning of "Sing" by Travis can be heard)
(Jim and Pam bob their heads to the music)
CUT TO THE CHILI'S PARKING LOT
(Christian is pulling away in his car)
Michael: See ya!
Jan: Bye! Thanks.
(The car leaves)
Jan: (does a fist pump) Yes!
Michael: We did it.
Jan: We got it!
Michael: We nailed it.
Jan: I mean we got it!
Michael: Come here. (pulls a giddy Jan into a hug)
Jan: (laughing) I am really...
(Michael gives her a quick peck on the lips)
Jan: ...thrilled.
(Michael and Jan are still standing with their arms around each other, they look at each other for a moment)
(Then they both lean in for a kiss)
(Jan puts her hand on the Michael's neck)
(Jan pulls away and looks around)
(The camera hides behind a car, still filming)
Jan: Let's go.
Michael: What?
Jan: Let's go.
Michael: Go and, okay. Where are we going? (Jan gets in the car) Doesn't matter. Goin' to the go-go. (laughs nervously) Okay. (gets into car)
CUT TO THE DUNDER MIFFLIN PARKING LOT, MORNING
(Dwight and Jan's car are the only one's in the lot)
CUT TO THE OFFICE
(The camera crew turn on the lights to reveal Dwight asleep on the couch)
(He's using a reflective emergency blanket)
(Dwight wakes up)
Dwight: Michael? (notices camera)
(Dwight gets up to reveal that he's only wearing a tank top, socks, and underwear (not the boxer kind), he puts on his glasses)
Dwight: (starts walking to Michael's office) Michael?
(The office is empty)
Dwight: Michael?
(Dwight opens the blinds to look at the parking lot)
Dwight: His car's not in the parking lot. I should check the accident reports.
(Just then a cab pulls up, Jan gets out)
Dwight: Who's this? Jan?
(Jan looks over at Angela who is walking to the building, then looks up to Michael's office)
(She sees Dwight (or the camera) and quickly looks down and gets into her car)
(Dwight give the camera a shocked look)
CUT TO LATER THAT MORNING AT RECEPTION
(Michael walks in)
Michael: Morning, Pam. Hey.
(He walks to his office)
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF MICHAEL
Michael: (grinning) No, nothing happened. (looks at the camera) I swear! Nothing happened. (grins) What- I'm totally being serious. A gentleman does not kiss and tell. And neither do I. (laughs) I'm...seriously, guys, I'm, I'm not, I don't wanna go into it at all. It's of limits. (smiles) Fine, I took her back to her hotel, and we made out for a little while. It was great. I mean she told me about her divorce. We talked for about five hours, she fell asleep on my arm. You know.
CUT BACK TO MICHAEL JUST GETTING INTO HIS OFFICE
(Dwight walks into Michael's office, looking disheveled)
Michael: Hello, Dwight.
Dwight: Did you do her?
Michael: Who?
Dwight: Jan Levinson-Gould.
Michael: Uh, no, no...no Gould.
Dwight: Did you do her?
Michael: This is none of your affair. Because she is your boss.
Dwight: And she is your boss.
Michael: And she is a woman. She is a strong, soft, thoughtful, sexy woman. And you know what? I don't think I can sit here and let you talk about her that way without me defending her honor. (looks into the camera) Jan, I defend your honor. (to Dwight) Is that all?
(Dwight walks away)
CUT TO RECEPTION
Jim: (whispering) Jan didn't come back for her car last night.
Pam: (whispering) What?!
Jim: Could it be that Agent Michael Scarn has finally found his Catherine Zeta?
Pam: (playfully) Oh, I don't know...
(The phone rings, Pam looks at the caller I.D.)
Pam: Oh, my God. This is Jan's cell.
Jim: No way.
Pam: (answers phone) Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.
CUT TO MICHAEL IN HIS OFFICE
Michael: I know we have to register as a consensual sexual relationship with HR. My question, do I do it as the man, does she do it as my superior? I don't know. That leads to other issues that we may have, in our relationship. It's uh...(phone rings)...excuse me. (picks up phone) Hello? Hi, just talking about you. The camera. No. Uh huh. How's traffic? I miss you, what? (listens) Okay. Well, if it was a mistake, it was a wonderful mistake. No, just...
(He motions for the camera to leave)
Michael: ...no, I did not intentionally get you drunk. Mm-hmm. (whispers) No, no.
(Looks at the camera and climbs under his desk)
Michael: This is just a fight. This is just a first fight of many fights we're gonna have. Right. No. You, I don't understand.
(The camera moves to get a better view of Michael under his desk)
Michael: You wanna see other people. (beat) Only other people. Wha- okay. I think you're still a little bit drunk. (sees the camera) Excuse me, Excuse me?
(He tries to scoot further under his desk)
Michael: I think you're stil- yes. (whispering) Why don't you just come back here? We can go to the hotel. Have a few drinks. No, I didn't slip you something!
CUT TO RECEPTION
Jim: Some might even say we had our first date last night.
Pam: Oh really?
Jim: Really.
Pam: Why might some say that?
Jim: 'Cause there was dinner, by candlelight.
Pam: Mm-hmm.
Jim: Dinner and a show, if you include Michael's movie.
(Pam nods)
Jim: And there was dancing and fireworks. Pretty good date..
Pam: We didn't dance.
Jim: (thinks about it) You're right, we didn't dance. It was more like swaying.
(Pam laughs)
Jim: But, still romantic.
Pam: Swaying isn't dancing.
Jim: At least I didn't leave you at a high school hockey game.
(Pam's smile fades, Jim notices)
Pam: I have some faxes to get out. (picks up some papers and leaves)
Jim: Oh, come on. Pam, I'm... (VO) Okay, we didn't dance.
CUT TO INDIVIDUAL SHOT OF JIM
Jim: And I was totally joking, anyway. I mean, it's not really a date if the girl goes home to her fiancé. (looks down) Right?
CUT TO JIM SITTING AT HIS DESK
(Jim is looking around, then glances over at Michael)
(Michael looks up)
(Jim shakes his head slightly and gives Michael a look as if to say, "Women?")
(Michael shrugs as if to say, "Yeah, well...")
THE END
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Transcribed by NIKKI
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