Ke vin: At least once a year,
I like to bring in some of my Kevin's famous chili.
The trick is to undercook the onions.
Everybody is going to get to know each other in the pot.
Now, I'm serious about this stuff.
I'm up the night before, pressing garlic and dicing whole tomatoes.
I toast my own ancho chilies.
It's a recipe passed down from Malones for generations.
It's probably the thing I do best.
Michael: Someone is returning.
He started his own company, and now he's back.
Who could it be?
I'll give you a hint. He is a man.
A man you have missed with all your heart.
A man who has ruined all other men for you.
Who is it?
Who is it? Who is it?
It's Michael Scott.
Hold up!
Conference room, five minutes.
Well, I guess the first order of business
is to welcome back me and Pam and Ryan.
And how about casual Friday again, huh? Reinstituting casual Friday?
You all look great.
What I want to do right now is try something a little different.
I'm going to throw it out there, starting with this meeting.
I want you guys to run it. I want you to say whatever you want.
Take it away. Your meeting.
What are you doing?
If there is something that you would like to say as a group,
then by all means, you may say it to me right now.
Okay. Michael: Yes.
People are dressed inappropriately.
Take it up with Toby. What I want you to do
is I want you to look inward,
and I want you to reflect, and I want you to say something different.
Can you give us a hint?
Michael: When I needed salespeople for my new paper company,
everyone here turned their back on me.
Am I going to ask them to beg for forgiveness? No.
Am I going to ask for a big, crying apology? No.
Am I going to ask them to slit their wrists for me? No.
I just want a tiny, microscopic version of that.
Oscar, what were you going to say?
Nothing. I didn't say anything.
All right.
Do I still have a job here? Not important.
Michael, she's... okay.
All right, yes, yes.
She deserves to know. You have a job.
Frankly, you have a job because Ryan and Pam
are starting with us as salesmen.
Wait, what? How is that going to work?
Michael: It's going to work very smoothly
because Pam and Ryan are bringing over
a ton of clients from Michael Scott paper company and...
You mean the clients you stole from us.
Yeah, aren't we getting those clients back?
No, you lost those clients.
I call foul, sir. Okay.
Dwight: You were bought out. They_.
So the company, then, bought out all of the stolen clients.
Okay, Dwight, let me explain something to you.
I set the rules, and you follow them blindly, okay?
And if you have a problem with that,
then you can talk to our complaint department.
It's a trashcan.
Don't fall in love with me, kid.
Boscov's at the steamtown mall?
It sure looked good on the mannequin.
Vveh, you have good taste. Well, thanks.
I sure wish I had more time to talk to my clients, though.
What?
Isn't that what you said to a bunch of my clients when you were stealing them?
That I didn't have enough time for them?
Oh, I, uh...
Close your mouth, sweetie. You look like a trout.
The man is wearing sandals.
I don't need to see Oscar's toes at work. Gross.
I mean, he looks like he just got off the boat.
Can't you just not look at his feet?
Excuse me?
Oh! You're so educated, aren't you, Toby?
So trained to deal with a hysterical woman!
I don't want to look at his feet!
Do your job!
Toby: Well, I was in the seminary for a year and dropped out
'cause I wanted to have sex with this girl Kathy.
Followed her back to Scranton,
took the first job I could find in hr.
Later, she divorced me.
So, no, iwouldn't say I have a passion for hr.
There you are, my friend. Oh. Thanks, man.
Pamela.
Thanks, Michael.
Fresh, hot ink.
Stanley: New file system?
Trust me, Stanley, you're going to want to read this memo very carefully.
I am not changing the way I do my files.
No, no! This goes for all of you.
Believe me, you are going to want to heat my words.
When held over heat, the invisible ink will reveal
that everyone should meet at the warehouse immediately.
Do not ask me where I got the invisible ink.
Urine. It was urine.
I'm sorry you're offended by my shoes,
but I'm not going to drive home to change.
Okay. I could loan you a pair of socks.
No, they're clean. I was gonna wear them
to volleyball practice. I don't think so.
Andrew Bernard.
Okay, what are you still doing at your desk?
What are you still doing not at your desk?
Did you even read the memo?
All my files are now in reverse alphabetical order...
No, you idiot! There is a code embedded in the memo.
Listen, you need to round up all the salesmen, except for Ryan and Pam,
and get them down to the warehouse, pronto.
Oh, it is on, like a prawn who yawns at dawn.
Stop doing rhyming poetry.
Just tell them, please. God, the simplest thing.
We're in crisis mode here.
Do you understand that two unqualified
so-called salespeople are being favored
because they all failed together?
And frankly, I'm not convinced that Michael and Pam
didn't have a thing going while they were gone.
Can I address that?
No, you're too close. Okay.
Stanley, how do you feel about those two taking your clients?
It's not right. I don't like it.
He doesn't like it.
You don't take my clients away and give them to a secretary.
No offense, Jim. I think she's very pretty.
Her face is okay, but...
Jeez, what... what are you doing here?
I don't know. I saw a crowd. Thought there might be a dog fight or...
Get out!
We need to do something.
I'm thinking maybe a coup, or we take Ryan hostage.
Those sound too harsh.
No, I'm not saying we do those things.
I'm saying something like those things.
Of course. What is like a hostage?
Excellent question.
We could write a strongly worded lefief
words will never be enough.
Strongly painted picture. No, pictures are too interpretive.
Can I just say something? I know that tempers are high.
But I think the best way to handle this
might be to just talk to Michael directly.
That_ that's a great idea, Jim.
I totally see your point.
Okay, we'll talk to Michael directly, so, uh, meeting is over, I guess.
I'll see everyone upstairs. Great. See you upstairs.
Come on.
Listen, now is the time for action. I'm talking...
That one's great. I know.
Pam: Why are you so mad? Ryan: You look so classy.
Michael: I do? Well...
Hi, you have a second? Michael Scott paper company only.
Yeah, I think you're gonna wanna cool it with that,
'cause it's starting to upset the other salesmen.
Okay, well... tough.
I will... no. No.
I'll talk to them when they all get back from the bathroom.
This is awkward to talk about, but there may or may not be,
but definitely is, a mutiny forming in the warehouse right now.
Against who? You.
What? Us.
It's gotta be because they all want their clients...
The old Michael Scott might have taken this,
but not the new Michael Scott.
They are in for a bitter surprise. I am not to be truffled with.
Six weeks ago, none of these people wanted to come with me.
You two were the only ones with the stones to follow.
Mmm-hmm.
That was us, right there. Pam: We were something else.
What you gotta do is you gotta go down to that warehouse
and you gotta crack some skulls, chiklis style. Michael: Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, the commish.
Yes, but chiklis shield style... okay.
Not commish style. Yeah, yeah. The shield.
It's crazy, what's going on out there today, huh?
I know. Yeah, it's kinda...
Sometimes it's best just to stay out of it.
That's true. That's right, yeah.
Want to play a game?
Hey, gang, where you been?
Lunch.
Where'd you eat? A restaurant.
What did you have, Stanley?
I had a salmon salad with water, no ice.
I was going to get a soda, but the waitress talked me out of it.
Her name was flo. She had black hair.
I had Mexican food.
So since you guys already ate,
you won't be eating the stuff that you brought with you for lunch, will you?
Wow, Stanley, is that egg salad?
Andy brought some salmon.
Ryan: That looks great.
Dwight, is that a meat sandwich?
You guys hungry? I can eat.
I'm going to have some of this meat sandwich.
It's pony.
Mmm! What kind of sauce is on your salmon?
Andy: Dijonnaise.
Michael: Thanks for going out, guys. Pam: Mmm-hmm.
Hey, Meredith, can I talk to you privately for a second?
About what? Your outfit.
What? What's wrong with my outfit?
You might consider pulling it down a touch.
It's riding up a little high.
Bunch of prudes. You know, Oscar's allowed to wear sandals,
But I'm not allowed to wear open-toed shoes?
Is that how it goes?
Meredith, your boob is out.
Fine.
Damn it, Meredith, where are your panfies?
It's casual day.
Happy?
Kelly: Toby. Pam: Toby.
Oscar: Toby?
No. If you do that, I'm going to do that.
If you do that, I'm going to do that.
If you do this, I'm going to do that.
What if I just do this?
You don't want to do that.
I'm just hiding out until all this stuff blows over,
with creed, playing chess, at work.
He's winning.
Ifeelhke I'm describing a dream I had.
Ryan: I'm sorry you feel that way, Mr. Bart.
Is there anything I can do to make things better?
Give me the phone. Give me the phone.
Exactly, if this is your first complaint in 10 years... that's my client.
Things have been generally good. Give me the phone.
Tell him Dwight schrute wants to talk to him.
Look, Mr. Bart... Dwight: Hi, Mr. Bart!
At these prices, with this service... hey, it's Dwight here!
You're not going to find this anywhere else.
Dwight schrute here. Hey, don't hang up, Mr. Bart.
No, sir, don't listen... listen, I know times are tough right now,
and I laud your thriftiness. Look, let me...
Ryan, hand the phone over!
Stop flustering me, everybody!
Who let this boy on the phone?
Mr. Bart!
I cannot believe you lost that account!
He was my client for 10 years!
You made him lose the account by screaming at him the entire time!
It's okay, Ryan.
You're a secretary! What do you know?
And you're a temp! And I'm taking your phone.
Pniconfiscafingths! Hey, guys_.
You know what I want you to do? Shake hands, get over it.
That was not a shake, Dwight.
We want our clients back or we quit, Michael.
Who quits?
And me. Me, too.
You guys gotta be kidding.
No, we gotta be deadly serious.
We'll start our own paper company.
The schrute-Bernard-lapin- Vance-Stanley paper company.
I love it! I love this idea, and I fully support you.
As a matter of fact, I'm going to give you some seed money.
There you go. There's some seed money for you.
And you can take it, no hard feelings,
but if you stay, I want an apology,
and I want a big one.
You antusto apologize to you? Yes, I do.
That's completely backwards.
It's frontwards!
Michael, you thought you were attacking corporate,
but we were the ones who got hurt.
You should be apologizing to us.
All: That's right.
Michael, you always said we were a family. Then you went after us.
No matter how I look at this, I am in the wrong.
And I have looked at this thing like 100 different ways,
from my point of view, from their point of view,
98 others, and bottom line, I am in the wrong.
I'm the bad guy.
I need you to arrange a meeting
between me and the sales staff
without Ryan and Pam knowing.
Gasp.
Are you talking about a secret meeting?
Whatever you guys did earlier.
I don't know the first thing about secret meetings.
Just do it, okay? Get them there. Get them there.
I'll do the best I can, Michael.
Are you kidding me?
Deceit does not come easy to me. Okay, okay, okay.
Ireahylove youroufin.
Thank you so much for saying that.
I can't believe that Toby thinks this is inappropriate.
You look like j-lo.
So, from the bottom of my heart
to the top of my heart, I am sorry.
Are you giving us our clients back?
If we could just focus and go down the line,
and everyone would say, "apology accepted,"
I think we would all feel better,
and then we can break out my gift to you,
complimentary white chocolate bark.
Nobody likes that stuff, except for you.
They wouldn't make it unless people liked it.
Michael, just give us our clients back. That's all we care about.
Okay, if I give you your clients back,
there won't be enough clients for Pam and Ryan,
and I promised both of them that they were going to be salespeople.
Fine, have your clients. So?
I can seethafs hat you wanted all along. All: Okay.
Michael: However, I rescind my apology.
Andy: That's fair. Stanley: Absolutely.
You are not reacting at all as I had hoped.
What did I tell you about building forts in my warehouse?
Ryan: Michael gave all of our clients back to their old salespeople.
So now there's not enough for both me and Pam to stay on.
Pam: He can only keep one of us as a salesperson now.
He'll make his decision by the end of the day.
I think you should get it.
You really grew into it.
I think you should get it.
You've changed a lot, and you'd be good at it.
If you really think that, will you tell that to Michael?
That would go a long way, coming from you.
Yeah.
Thanks.
So, hey, I want to set you up with my daughter.
Oh, I'm engaged to Pam.
I thought you were gay.
Then why would you want to set me up with your daughter?
I don't know.
Jim, could I talk to you for a minute?
Sure, let me just finish this turn.
And bingo was his name-o.
Let's go. Challenge.
I need your help.
This whole Pam-Ryan debate is screwing with my head.
Well, I don't want to be biased, but I am very close to Ryan. You know that.
You're close with Pam, too.
Oh. She's nice, I guess. You know what?
Best thing to do, pros and cons list.
Pro for Ryan, he went to business school. He's my number-one choice.
Well, that's... I like his hair.
Cons, Ryan, he defrauded the company.
Okay. He has never made a sale.
He definitely stole my iPod.
That sounds pretty biased.
You didn't hear my pros.
Environmentally conscious, 'cause his mom drives him to work every day.
Okay. Pam, pros, I like her. Mmm-hmm.
I think that she is a fast learner.
Cons, she doesn't always follow through.
New York and the whole art school thing.
And Roy.
She has a weird voice. That's not true.
I don't need to tell you that.
I think she'd be a really good salesperson.
I don't think you're being totally impartial, though,
because you haven't said one bad thing about Pam.
Okay. And I won't.
So be it. Then you've lost credibility,
and I'm going to go with my gut, and that's Ryan.
Okay.
You're right. Sometimes, when she is tired,
she can be a little bit shrill,
but that's not a weird voice, that's just...
Take it easy.
Oh. Man! Wow!
"Honey!
"I want you to put the garbage out!
"'Cause I'm not gonna have sex with you
"unless you bring out the garbage!"
I have a very difficult decision to make.
It's like last week I was at the video store.
Do I rent devil wears Prada again
or do I finally get around to seeing Sophie's choice?
It is what you would call a classic difficult decision.
You don't understand clothing, Toby!
You're dressed like this amorphous blob of khaki.
All right, look, what you've got to understand is
when you come to work,
listen up, Flenderson, you're being weak and ineffectual.
I'm cowboying this meeting, okay?
Here are the new rules, okay? Earth tones only.
Also, women are forbidden to wear pants.
All right, come on, sit down, Dwight.
I'm running this meeting. That's debatable.
It's not. Listen...
It's not. Sit down, or I'm writing you up.
Hmm. Where's this guy been?
Casual Fridays are canceled.
What? Let's just not do it anymore.
That's not a solution. No, it is a solution.
You're running from the problem.
There's not a single appropriate outfit
in this whole... except mine, quite honestly.
Pam, could you come in here, please?
Have a seat.
Okay.
Well, there's no easy way of saying this,
so I think I will just drag it out.
Since the dawn of time, there have been... just tell me.
I gave Ryan the sales job.
There just weren't enough clients for the two of you.
So I had to...
I'm sorry. Sorry. No, okay, okay, I get it, yeah.
Why are you giggling?
Is this a joke?
Michael, is this...
Did I get the job?
Yes.
I did?
For real? You're not kidding? I did?
No, you're the best person for the job. You're going to be great.
Okay. Oh, Michael, thank you!
Thank you. Thank you. You will not be sorry.
You should have seen your face. Oh. Man! That was classic.
I really thought I didn't get it.
Oh. Really?
Yeah. Man.
That was really good. 'Cause you said I didn't.
That was really good.
What about Ryan?
I don't know. I offered him his temp job back.
We'll see.
He was not happy at all when I offered him this job,
and then I told him that he didn't get the job, so...
Yeah, maybe you shouldn't fake-fire people anymore.
I don't appreciate you telling me what to do,
so clean out your desk. You are through.
Thanks, Michael. Oh.
What's our receptionist's name?
Erin.
Could you send her in?
Erin, Michael wants to see you.
Hello. Hi.
Have a seat.
This is very difficult to say.
But no one here likes you in the office,
and we're going to have to let you go.
Hank, would you come up here, please? Hank is our security guard.
Oh. I can go... he will be ushering you out.
Oh, your face.
Oh!
Is... do the people... no, I'm kidding. You're not fired. Yet.
Do they not like me, though?
I don't know, actually. Okay.