A meeting with a potential client leads to some unexpected sparks between Michael and Jan. Back at the office, Pam unearths a screenplay written by Michael. Jim rounds up the rest of the office employees for an improptu table reading, but a botched search-and-replace leads to some hurt feelings and an abrupt end to the proceedings, which frees up just enough time for a nice, candlelit dinner on the rooftop.
I was surprised to see Michael take charge during the meeting at Chili’s. I thought he was just being his normal, juvenile self at first, but then Christian played right into his hands — suddenly our bumbling boss isn’t as incompetent as he seems. It was nice to see Michael shine, and not in a way that made you want to laugh hysterically at him (though there were plenty of those moments as well). And, to top it off, he makes off with Jan after sealing the deal. Way to go, Michael.
Why is Dwight sleeping in the office? Trouble at home? The vaunted beet farm not doing so well? Whatever the reason, it gave us the opportunity to see Dwight in a wife-beater.
Jim : If we get this, they might not have to downsize our branch. And I could work here for years. Years. Ye…years.
Watch how his face falls as he says this. I get the impression that there’s only thing preventing Jim from ditching his job as a paper salesman — three guesses as to what that thing might be.
Pam : Michael and his jeans… he gets in them, and I’m not exactly sure what happens, but I can tell you he loves the way he looks in those jeans. I know that’s why he started casual Fridays.
I love how she takes the jeans from Ryan and unceremoniously chucks them under her desk, Pam-style.
Well, I was way off base with last week’s prediction — it didn’t take much time at all for Jim and Pam to get over the incident at the dojo. However, I do recall reading about how The Client was originally supposed to air before The Fight, which would explain the apparent continuity gap.
In any case, this episode was chock full of Jim/Pam moments. Between the private rooftop dinner and the swaying to Sing by Travis, there were plenty of pleasant moments to go around. My favorite, however, would have to be the not-so-pleasant sequence near the end of the episode. It starts off with some playful banter before Pam catches on to what Jim is hinting at and methodically begins to shoot down his advances. “Swaying isn’t dancing.” It’s all done very convincingly as we are made to experience Jim’s disappointment secondhand. The most devastating part of it all is his closing interview:
Jim : Okay, we didn’t dance. And I was totally joking anyway. I mean, it’s not really a date if the girl goes home to her fiancee.
He pauses for a moment before quietly finishing the sentence with a dejected “… right?” as he stares down, avoiding the camera. Bummer.
Despite all of this, I’m still giving The Client an Even rating on the JP Index. Jim may have experienced defeat, but I’m betting the grilled cheese on the rooftop made a lasting impression.
Jan, not just because she plays a considerable role in the episode, but because she plays it so well. “Dunder-Mifflin can provide a level of personal service to the county that the warehouse chains just can’t match.” Delivered like a true executive.
Michael. We finally see a flicker of how he might have made it up this high on the managerial ladder. Also, his entire Levis sequence during the preshow was a riot.
Jim : Wait, when was this?
Pam : Um… it was not that long ago.
It’s funny watching Pam as she tells the story of her first date with Roy and then begins to regret it as she realizes what she’s gotten herself into. Awkward glances at the camera ensue.
Michael : Actually, they just don’t get very much work done when I’m not here. 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.
And here we are with Michael making a fool of himself yet again.
Michael : Uh, Jan, what happened? Is Gould dead?
Michael playing the sensitive guy as only Michael can.
Ryan : You so funny. Word.
Michael showing a clear knack for writing natural dialogue.
Christian : You put your arms out there. You slit your wrist. You said: world, this is my blood, it’s red just like your’s, so love me.”
That’s not disturbing at all. Vintage Tim Meadows delivery.
Pam : I can’t remember the last time someone made me dinner.
See Jim glow.
Michael : I don’t understand. You want to see other people. Only other people.
We get a nice overhead shot of Michael’s desk as the camera circles around to catch him hiding underneath, and on it, we see a model of a… hand grenade?