The season finale finds us sending our crew off in high style with a charity casino event hosted in the warehouse. Michael inadvertently ropes in two dates to the fashionable affair: Carol, his real estate agent, and Jan, who attends against her better judgment and discovers that her judgment is something that she should listen to more often. With the night underway, Dwight lets his emotions get the better of him and has a swollen cheek to show for it, Kevin discovers how far he has fallen from his days of yesteryear, and Jim stuns all of Office Nation with a bold display of last minute heroics.
Allowing Michael free rein to plan a social event is like giving a kid a flamethrower and setting him loose in the Smithsonian; there are far too many ways for things to go wrong. Thank goodness we have bastions of reason like Toby and Darryl at our disposal to keep him in check.
Michael : I try not to think of it as lagging behind. It’s more of a David and Goliath thing.
Jan [On speakerphone] : Well, the fact of the matter is that your branch is currently number four of the five branches that I oversee.
Michael : Top eighty percent.
Jan : Michael…
Michael : Yep?
Jan : Y-You know that I’m very serious here.
Michael : Jan, listen. I promise I will kick it up a notch. Bam!
Jan : What?
“Bam!” is the sound of Michael kicking it up a notch. All of Michael’s managerial decisions are accompanied by sound effects, though it’s usually yawns and groans.
Michael : Two queens on Casino Night. I am going to drop a deuce on everybody.
This is quite possibly the worst case of misused slang that I have every seen. For those you who are unfamiliar with this saying, I strongly suggest that you keep it that way.
Jan : Michael.
Michael : Jan.
Jan : Hi.
Michael : Look, ok. I think we’re all adults here, and it has always been my understanding that we have an open relationship.
Jan : What–what are you… Wait, what are you talking about?
Carol : Uh, what does that mean?
Michael : After you said you weren’t coming, I invited Carol to come, and I don’t think that I did anything wrong.
Jan : No. No, you didn’t. Hi, uh, I’m Jan. I’m Michael’s boss.
They’ve really turned the relationship between Jan and Michael into an intriguing plot point. What exactly is it that keeps her drawn to him? Is it pity? Some bizarre take on a boss’ obligation to her employee? Or is it genuine attraction? She clearly has issues with it, and yet she continues to subject herself to the humiliation that it inevitably brings. Whatever it is, it promises to keep things interesting as the fate of the Scranton branch continues to hang by a thread.
Michael : Love triangle drama. All worked out in the end, though. The hero got the girl. Who saw that coming? I did. And Jan is really happy for me. So actually, the hero got two girls. He got the girl that he works with, and he got the girl that he… buys real estate from. So, I’ve got my New York girl and my local flavor. Life is good.
Let this be a lesson to all the guys out there: if Michael can do it, we all can.
Dwight would make an excellent croupier. His strict adherence to rules and regulations renders him impervious to corruption, and his meticulous eye for detail all but eliminates the possibility of shenanigans.
[Dwight walks in wearing a tuxedo]
Jim : Excuse me, how long is the wait for a table for two?
Dwight : I would never, ever serve you. Not in a million, billion years.
Pam : It’s a nice tux.
Dwight : I know. It belonged to my grandfather. He was buried in it, so… family heirloom.
Wait a minute, if his grandfather was buried in it, then how is he wearing it… ? Hmm.
Michael : Hey, Carol.
Carol : Hi.
Michael : You look great.
Carol : Thanks. Thank you for inviting me. It looks so great in here.
Michael : Well…
[Michael surprises Carol with kiss on her right cheek, following it up awkwardly with a kiss on her other cheek]
Michael : That’s how we do it in the paper biz. It’s European, and–
[Dwight enters the conversation]
Dwight : Michael.
Michael : Yes? Ah, Dwight!
[Michael kisses Dwight on both of his cheeks]
Dwight : Codename Re/Max is here. No sign of Lan Jevinson.
High marks for the codenames, although the delivery needs some work, and the timing is way off.
[Dwight is at the craps table]
Angela : Good evening, Dwight. What is this?
Dwight : Evening, Angela. This is craps. I need to roll an eight. If I do, everyone wins.
Angela : Then roll an eight.
Dwight : Thank you, Angela.
Angela : Good luck, Dwight.
[Dwight rolls an eight, the crowd goes wild]
Dwight : Yeah! Yeah! Mwah!
[Dwight kisses Angela on the cheek. Angela responds by slapping him across the face and then storming away. The camera reveals a smile on her face shortly before she stifles it]
I love how Dwight and Angela always address each other by their proper names whenever they do anything that could possibly expose their relationship, thereby increasing the likelihood of blowing of their cover.
I’m going to go out on a limb (not a very long one) and say that Casino Night featured the best pre-credits teaser of the series thus far.
Roy : So, what’s the deal? We’ve gotta pay for our own drinks? That’s lame.
Pam : Come on, it’ll be fun, and besides, I’m a roulette expert.
Dwight : Impossible. Roulette is not a game of skill. It is a game of chance.
Jim : I can always kind of win at roulette.
Dwight : Oh, really? Mm-hmm.
Jim : Yeah.
Dwight : How would you do that?
Jim : Mind control.
Wow, mind control. That’s right up there with the peaceful coexistence of robots and humans. The possibilities for Jim here are endless.
Dwight : [Chuckles] You can’t be serious. [Pauses] Are you serious?
Jim : Ever since I was little kid, like eight or nine, I could… sort of control things with my mind.
Dwight : I don’t believe you. Continue.
Jim : It was just little things, you know. Like I could make something shake, or I could make a marble fall off the counter. You know, just little things.
Dwight : Heh! That’s ridiculous. You know what? Uh… why don’t you move that coat rack? [Raises his voice] Excuse me, everyone! Attention in the office, please. Jim is about to prove his telekinetic powers, and he needs absolute silence. Go ahead.
Jim : Ok. I’ll try.
[Jim extends his hand and concentrates for a moment. The coat rack tilts noticeably to the left. Dwight is astounded. Cut to interview]
Pam : [Shows off the hooked handle of her umbrella and smiles]
[Cut back to scene. Pam winks to Jim, who smiles back and continues the act]
Dwight : Oh, my God.
Dwight just had his mind blown every which way. I had fallen out of my chair by this point.
Dwight : I expect to do very well tonight. I have an acute ability to read people. Jim, for instance, has a huge tell. When he gets a good hand, he coughs.
[Cut to a scene of everyone playing poker]
Jim : [Coughs] Uh, I will raise.
[Dwight folds and exhales. Jim is awarded a pile of chips]
Jim : Thanks.
[Cut to interview]
Jim : It’s the weirdest thing. Every time I cough, he folds.
Dwight should know better than to challenge a practitioner of mind control. Chalk up another victory to Halpert in what has to be the most one-sided contest in the history of office rivalries.
I wish I knew a real life receptionist so that I could ask them how accurately Pam’s interactions with Michael reflect what happens in real life, because Jenna really seems to have nailed it. I would imagine that there is a certain slice of this show that only receptionists could truly savor.
[Pam is on the phone with Michael]
Pam : Michael, Carol Stills for you.
Michael : Who?
Pam : Carol Stills.
Michael : Do I know a Carol Stills?
Pam : Your realtor.
Michael : Oh, yeah, put her through. [Pauses for a second] Hey, Carol, how goes the real estate biz? Is it real good?
Pam : Still me.
[Cut to interview]
Pam : Sometimes I don’t put Michael through until he’s already said something. I look at it as a practice run for him. He usually does better on the second attempt.
[Cut back to scene]
Pam : Carol, you’re on with Michael.
Carol : Hello, Michael.
Michael : Hi, Carol. How you doing?
Michael is lucky he has Pam looking out for him. Whereas Dwight’s bullheaded loyalty tends to get in the way, Pam exercises restraint (with a nearly indetectable touch of rebellion) in serving her boss.
[Michael has just invited Carol to casino night. His phone rings before she’s had a chance to respond]
Michael : Oh, I’m sorry. Can you hold on?
Pam : Michael?
Michael : Yes?
Pam : Jan’s on line two.
Michael : Ok. Put her through. [Pauses for a second] Jan Levinson, I presume?
Pam : Still me. Uh, Jan, here’s Michael.
Jan : Michael?
Michael : Hey, Jan. How you doing?
It’s amazing how well this works.
Expectations of how the Jim/Pam situation would play out during the season finale were high; astronomical, to say the least. I’m glad to report that Casino Night rose to the challenge and delivered a rousing conclusion, breaking all sorts of new ground in the process.
[Pam is looking through a box of video tapes on her desk]
Jim : What are you doing?
Pam : Oh, nothing.
[Jim reads the label off of one of the video tapes]
Jim : “Till Death Do Us Rock.”
Pam : They’re wedding… bands.
Jim : Oh.
Pam : Roy was supposed to pick the band, but he’s concentrating more on the bachelor party now.
Jim : Wait, wait, wait, where are you going? I mean, even if you don’t hire a band, you still have to watch the bands. Pam, these are people who have never given up on their dreams. I have great respect for that. And yes, they’re all probably very bad, and that’ll make me feel better about not having dreams.
Pam : There’s a KISS cover band in here.
Jim : Let’s do it.
[Pam laughs as she follows Jim into the conference room. Cut to interview]
Pam : I’m pretty happy these days. I’m getting married soon, and I’m getting along with everybody at work.
[Cut to another interview]
Jim : Why did I talk to Jan about transferring? Well, you know… I have no future here.
If I had one criticism against this show, it would be that it occasionally breaks continuity, or at least fails to sufficiently follow up on significant plot points from episode to episode. After what happened last week, I assumed that we would see some friction between Jim and Pam. Jim seems more determined than ever to leave Scranton, and in that respect, his behavior is consistent with what we saw of him during the final moments of Conflict Resolution. The rest of the scene, however, exhibits none of the ill will that you would expect to see following Jim’s admission of guilt to Pam at the end of the episode.
At first glance, this appears to be another case of the show neglecting a point of conflict under the pretense that time heals all wounds. There is a more satisfying explanation, however: maybe Pam’s reaction to Jim’s criticism wasn’t one of disappointment as I had postulated earlier, but rather one of relief that his disapproval of the wedding was finally out in the open. Or, more accurately, it may have started out as disappointment (she is undeniably upset during the photo sequence), but quickly turned into relief once she realized that she no longer had to skirt around the wedding whenever Jim was around. For Jim, it was as if a tremendous weight had been lifted from his shoulders; at last, he was rid of the frustration that he had suppressed for so long, leaving him free to get on with the rest of his life. Pam finally had her best friend back, a friend that she could confide in about anything (weddings included).
[Jim and Pam are watching a videotape of Kevin’s band, Scrantonicity. The recording goes into crazy, 80s filter mode]
Jim : Wow. Oh!
Pam : Oh my…
Jim : Yeah, you haven’t seen that since 1983. That is amazing. Ok, we have to sign him.
[Jim gets up and starts heading to the door]
Jim : I’m gonna call the label. We’re gonna–
[Pam jumps out of her chair and attempts to pull him away from the door]
Pam : No, no, no! Come back!
Jim : Hey, you’re gonna lose him to another wedding. Kev!
[Cut to interview]
Pam : Jim is great. Being with him just takes away all the stress of planning my wedding.
With the tension lifted, the two of them can finally joke about the wedding like they do about everything else. Much to the delight of Jim/Pam supporters, this arrangement has the additional benefit of reminding these two of how much they enjoy each others’ company when they’re not being dragged down by the pressures of keeping secrets from one another.
[Jim and Pam are facing off at the poker table. The dealer places a card on the table. Pam’s face lights up]
Jim : Yeah, right.
Pam : “Yeah, right,” what?
Jim : What was this?
[Jim imitates Pam’s expression. Pam laughs]
Pam : I have good cards.
Jim : Really?
Pam : Mm-hmm. And I’m gonna take you all in.
Jim : Wow. I think you’re bluffing.
[Jim tries to read her for a moment before throwing in all of his chips]
Kevin : Yeah, I think she’s full of it.
Pam : [Whispers] Sorry. [Reveals her cards] Straight.
Jim : Oh. Three nines.
Kevin : Jim Halpert, ladies and gentlemen.
Jim : Thank you very much. It was fun.
John explained in a recent interview with Maureen Ryan of the Chicago Tribune that the relationship between Jim and Pam wasn’t predicated on a series of big moments, but rather that it was an accumulation of smaller, less pronounced moments that defined the romance. There are no elaborate orchestrations at work here, only events that just sort of… happen. This scene where Jim and Pam find themselves squaring off against one another in a game of poker is one such event.
It also happens to be the most important scene in the episode, in my opinion; had circumstance not brought the two of them together at that table and literally dealt them those very cards, we may very well have been treated to a different ending. Earlier in the day, Jim seemed reasonably content with the notion of transferring to another branch. It would be an exaggeration to say that he had come to terms with losing Pam, but I think it’s fair to say that he was well on his way to accepting it. In fact, I would wager that as of Casino Night, he was much further along the road to recovery than many people thought. Looking back on the episodes leading up the finale, I would not be surprised if he was prepared to consider a transfer as early as Valentine’s Day; he was still in love, mind you, but it was more of a defeatist love, one that could be overcome by a desire to move on. What, then, caused him to change his mind? What could possibly have convinced him to take this leap after several weeks of coping with the reality of his situation?
I grappled with this question for a while before I realized that the answer was staring me right in the face: this scene, this innocent poker game was what sealed the deal. Plain and simple. I don’t know of a single guy who, given Jim’s situation, would not have immediately reconsidered the thought of transferring after sitting through an exchange like that. Pretty girl, pretty dress, overwhelming chemistry. I mean, come on. He would have been crazy not to have second thoughts at this point. Now, we needed only the requisite moment of revelation to set the remaining events in motion. I present to you Exhibit B.
[Jan is outside having a smoke. Jim exits the building and walks over to her]
Jan : Smoke?
Jim : No, thanks. You, uh, having fun?
Jan : Fabulous time. I drove two and a half hours to get here.
Jim : Yeah, we all really–
Jan : Left work early, drove down here, and I–I–I am completely underdressed.
Jim : I think you look great.
Jan : [Sighs] Why did I hook up with Michael?
[Jim looks at the camera as if it is daring him to ask]
Jim : Yeah, why did you?
Jan : It was very late, Jim. Very… very late and, uh… have you given any more thought to the transfer?
Jim : Oh, yeah.
Jan : Good.
Jim : Mm-hmm.
Jan : Have you told anyone?
Jim : No.
Jan : Well, you should.
From that point on, he knew in no uncertain terms that he had a difficult choice ahead of him: follow through with the transfer and hope that the months of sufferance have prepared you for the friendship that you’re about to sacrifice; or, forfeit your defense and make your feelings known, thus risking the possibility of a failure that would demolish your spirit. Faced with that decision, Jim grasps for what we all do in that situation: our memories. The more recent the memory, the better. Not to discount the years of experience shared between the two, but our minds have a way of elevating certain events to the forefront, particularly when they’re scrambling under intense pressure.
The poker match is especially vivid not only because it took place just a moment ago, but also because I’m betting that Jim doesn’t see Pam in a dress very often. As far as memories of Pam go, it is a striking one, and somewhere between his conversation with Jan and his encounter with Pam out in the parking lot, Jim decides that he is unwilling to let it be his last fond memory of her — not without putting up a fight, at least.
So, there we have it: two events that had they not taken place, would have led to a different ending than the one that I am about to recount.
[Jim catches up with Pam in the parking lot after Roy leaves to go home. The camera is in hidden mode]
Pam : Hey.
Jim : Hey, how’s it going?
Pam : Good. Especially after I took all your money in poker.
Jim : Ha-ha, yeah. Um. Hey, uh, can I talk to you about something?
Pam : About when you wanna give me more of your money?
Jim : No, I–
Pam : Did you wanna do that now? We can go inside. I’m feeling kinda good tonight.
Jim : I was just, um…
[Jim wrestles with his thoughts for a moment. Pam’s expression shifts as she realizes that he has something important to say]
Jim : I’m in love with you.
Pam : What?
Jim : I’m really sorry if that’s weird for you to hear, but I needed you to… hear it. Probably not good timing. I know that, I just–
Pam : What are you doing? What do you expect me to say to that?
Jim : I just needed you to know. Once.
Pam : Well, I, um–I… I can’t.
Jim : Yeah.
Pam : You have no idea…
Jim : Don’t do that.
Pam : …what your friendship means to me.
Jim : Come on. I don’t wanna do that. I wanna be more than that.
Pam : I can’t. I’m really sorry… if you misinterpreted things. It’s probably my fault.
[Jim is fighting off the tears]
Jim : Not your fault. I’m sorry I misinterpreted, uh, our friendship.
[Jim walks away from Pam as the camera zooms out. Pam looks down at her engagement ring]
To quote a friend of mine, “it’s funny how surprising it was that they did the most straightforward thing they could possibly do” (thanks, flotsette). I was so caught up in all of the contingency plans that I failed to consider the most direct course of action: that he would simply tell her how he felt. Now that the truth has been revealed, I have to admit that I’m glad they finally chose to break the secrecy. Although it is possible that they could have achieved a greater effect by delaying this moment even further, predicting how long you can draw out the tension without spoiling it is tricky; you don’t really know if you’ve gone too far until you’ve already gone too far.
As it stands, Jim’s confession played out about as perfectly as I could have imagined, striking with the considerable force of years of longing evacuating in a matter of seconds. Being a guy, my sphere of immunity extends over all things emotional; faced with this scene, however, I find that I am unable to stake such a claim. From Jim’s hurried speech to his moment of resignation, it was as unforgiving of a scene as I’ve ever witnessed on film or television.
Also, for the record, I would like to say that the shot of Jim walking away as Pam looks down at her engagement ring is, in my opinion, the finest cinematic moment that we have seen on this show.
[Pam is upstairs in the office, talking to someone on the phone. We don’t yet know who is on the other end. The camera is in hidden mode]
Pam : About ten minutes ago. No, I didn’t know what to say. Yes, I know. Um, I don’t know, Mom. He’s my best friend. Yeah, he’s great. Yeah, I think I am.
[Jim walks in]
Pam : Um, I have to go. I will. Listen, Jim–
[Jim cuts her off and kisses her. She returns the kiss before pulling away. The two look at each other as the camera cuts to black]
There has been much discussion about whether or not Pam says anything at the very end of this scene. Although she is clearly mouthing something, I could not detect conclusively what she was saying. As much as I worship this show and care about this relationship, I could only rewatch this scene so many times before I started to fear for my manhood.
Casino Night rates an Up on the Jim/Pam Index, although perhaps not as unequivocally as you might expect. Certainly, positive progress was made on the meter, if you will, but how far exactly that progress extended is open to debate. This is complicated by the fact that it’s ambiguous as to where the meter actually ends. I’ve defined it as a measure of how close Jim and Pam are to getting together, and if they are indeed together, a perfectly reasonable conclusion to draw from the available evidence, then the Index no longer serves a purpose in its current form. If, however, Jim and Pam decide not to pursue a relationship for whatever reason, then the Index still has plenty of life in it.
Either way, I’m not quite ready to put the trusty JPI away. I may have to revise its definition, but I’ve got a hunch that the spirit of the Index will survive the summer. I believe that the open-ended conclusion served a purpose and until the writers give me a reason to doubt them, I will continue to place my trust in them, even if that means taking a couple steps back from what transpired tonight.
For what it’s worth, I am happy that they kissed. :)
This one was a close call between Michael’s urban connection, Darryl, and Creed the kleptomaniac. The scene below was just too good to pass up, though.
Darryl : Mike, I am not having fire-eaters in a paper warehouse.
[Dwight enters the room]
Michael : It’s Casino Night, like Las Vegas. There are fire eaters all over the place.
Darryl : Except my warehouse.
Michael : Well, actually, it’s my warehouse.
Dwight : Actually, it’s owned by Beekman Properties, and Dunder Mifflin is four years into a seven-year lease.
Michael : Why are you here?
Dwight : When Darryl was coming, you said you wanted me here for protection.
Michael : N-N-No, I said… not… that.
Darryl : We just have a lot of stuff down there that could be stolen.
Michael : That’s ironic.
Darryl : What?
Michael : That you are afraid.
Darryl : Why? ‘Cause I’m from the hood?
Michael : Dinkin’ flicka.
The fact that Dwight is your first line of defense means that you are already in serious trouble.
Darryl : I taught Mike some, uh, some phrases to help with his interracial conversations. You know, stuff like “fleece it out”, “goin’ mach five”, “dinkin’ flicka’”. You know, things us Negroes say.
Personally, I’ve always been a big fan of goin’ mach five.
If not for John’s groundbreaking performance, I would have awarded this to the entire cast for closing out the season in fine style. Jim was a force tonight, though, and I’m not about to deprive John of the recognition he deserves for hitting this one clear out of the park.
Michael : Tonight, the Scranton Business Park is having Casino Night, and we are converting our warehouse into a full-blown gambling hall. And I know it’s illegal in Pennsylvania, but, uh, it’s for charity. And I consider myself a great philanderer.
Well, it’s not exactly a lie. He probably does consider himself a great philanderer. I love it when Michael is pleased with himself; he does this little thing where he rolls his eyes up and twirls his head around.
Creed : There’s a great soup kitchen in downtown Scranton. Delicious pea soup on Thursdays. I’ll probably give the money to them.
So, apparently, he masquerades as a homeless guy on Thursday evenings. Add that piece to the puzzle that is Creed.
Kelly : Kobe Bryant has a foundation, and he is so hot. And he gave his wife the biggest diamond ring. I know he didn’t do it. [Pauses for a moment] Maybe he did it.
Cross your fingers, Ryan. Maybe Kobe will take her off of your hands.
Angela : We are giving money that has been gambled. Why don’t we just deal drugs or prostitute ourselves and donate that money to charity?
Because that would be whorish, like the color green.
Michael : Oh, and another fun thing. We, at the end of the night, are going to give the check to an actual group of Boy Scouts. Right, Toby? We’re gonna–
Toby : Actually, I didn’t think it was appropriate to invite children since it’s, uh, you know, there’s gambling and alcohol. And it’s in our dangerous warehouse. And it’s a school night. And, you know, Hooters is catering. Is that enou–is that enough? Should I keep going?
Michael : Why are you the way that you are? Honestly, every time I try to do something fun or exciting, you make it not… that way. I hate… so much about the things that you choose to be.
There is a deep hatred at work here. If and when this erupts, it’ll be a sight to behold.
Michael : I am going to donate to Afghanistanis with AIDS.
Jim : I think you mean the Aid to Afghanistan.
Michael : No, I mean Afghanistanis with AIDS.
Phyllis : Afghani.
Michael : What?
Phyllis : Afghani.
Michael : That’s a dog.
Pam : No, that’s Afghan.
Michael : That’s a shawl.
Dwight : Wait. Canine AIDS?
Michael : No, humans with AIDS.
Creed : Who has AIDS?
Jim : Guys, the Afghanistananis.
Hardest. Conversation. To follow. Ever.
Michael : You know what? No. No. AIDS is not funny. Believe me. I have tried.
[Cut to interview]
Michael : There are certain topics that are off-limits to comedians. JFK. AIDS. The Holocaust. The Lincoln assassination just recently became funny. “I need to see this play like I need a hole in the head.” [Chuckles] And I hope to someday live in a world where a person could tell a hilarious AIDS joke. It’s one of my dreams.
You’ve adopted his principles in the workplace; joking about his assassination hardly seems like a fitting way to honor the man.
Kevin : We really don’t do a lot of weddings. We actually don’t play in public very often. We are all really hoping that Pam’s wedding works out. This could be a turning point for the band.
Scrantonicity: the biggest thing to come out of Scranton since… ever.
Dwight : I’m Michael’s wingman. I’ve got his back. Two dates. He’s got two dates tonight. My job is keep Jan away from Carol, and vice versa. Michael said, “We must deceive them so as not to hurt them, and in that way, we honor them.”
Add this to Michael’s book of proverbs right between “the hand strikes and gives a flower” and “blessed be those who sit and wait.”
Creed : Oh, I steal things all the time. It’s just something I do. I stopped caring a long time ago. You should see how many supplies I’ve taken from this place. Honestly, I love stealing things.
Alright, so he steals office supplies and hangs out at homeless shelters. He’s like a modern day Robin Hood: he steals office supplies from the rich and gives them to the poor.
Toby : I don’t really play cards, but I’m not gonna lie to you. It felt really good to take money from Michael. Gonna chase that feeling.
To quote one of my favorite Far Side comics: “Trouble brewing.”
Ryan : One beer, and one Seven and Seven with eight maraschino cherries, sugar on the rim, blended if you can.
Jim : So that’s still going on, huh? You and Kelly?
Eight cherries? Can you even consider that a drink?
Dwight : So, uh, where are you staying? Radisson?
Jan : What?
Dwight : Super 8?
Jan : No, I–
Dwight : Motel 6? Best Western.
Jan : I, uh, I didn’t–I didn’t–I don’t wanna–
Dwight : Holiday Inn? The Hyatt in Wilkes-Barre? Are you staying with Michael?
Good thinking, Dwight. The only surefire way to keep Jan and Carol apart is to run one of them out of the building.
Kevin : I won the 2002 $2,500 No-Limit Deuce to Seven Draw Tournament at the World Series of Poker in Vegas. So, yeah, I’m pretty good at poker.
[We are treated to a scene of Kevin losing big to Phyllis in a round of poker. Cut to interview]
Kevin : I suck.
The last four years have not been kind to Kevin’s poker career.
Bob Vance : Uh, excuse me. Uh, big moment. The, uh, evening’s chip leader and winner of this beautiful mini refrigerator courtesy of Vance Refrigeration, Creed Bratton, Dunder-Mifflin.
[Creed shakes a miscellany of stolen items out of his sleeve and walks up to accept his prize]
Creed : Thanks. I’ve never owned a refrigerator.
On second thought, maybe Creed actually is homeless.