Andy: (on the phone) Yes, I need your finest bouquet of flowers—and, here's a thought: do you sell chocolates?... Great, okay. What I want you to do, is stick the chocolates on, like, skewers or something—Can you do that?... Ok, and then stick them in the bouquet… Yeah… Perfect. Ok, how much?... What?! That's!—Uh, ok, ok. Sure, sure. Today. Yeah—
Jim: (on the phone) Yes, hi, this is Jim Halpert from Dunder Mifflin, and I see by my records that you are low on copier paper… Ok, well we can make a stop out today… Great, we will see you then. (hangs up) Ok, Andy, let's go.
Andy: One sec, Tuna… (into the phone) As soon as possible, yes.
Talking head…
Jim: It's not that I don't like Andy, it's just… well, he doesn't really think about other people. So when we go out on a sales call, he seems to.. have his own agenda. It's annoying, but.. you just have learn to plan for it... We'll see what he's got in store for me today.
Andy: (into the phone) Yes. Ok. Bye. (to Jim) Ok, let's rock this!!
Jim: (unenthusiastically) Alright.
Andy: Were are we goin?
Jim: Uh, the University.
Andy: Sweet, maybe we can sit in on a couple classes or something… play ultimate frisbee in the quad?
Jim: Uh, no.
Andy: Come on! Live a little.
Jim: No, Andy.
Andy: Ugh!
(Jim and Andy leave; the office is running like normal for a while)
Delivery girl: I have a bouquet for an.. Angela?
Pam: I'll sign. Thanks…. Angela?
(Angela walks over to the front desk and stares at her flowers, unimpressed, then walks back to her desk, leaving the flowers with Pam.)
Talking head…
Angela: If he thinks he is forgiven because of flowers, he is seriously mistaken.
(Stanley comes over to Pam's desk.)
Stanley: Is she really not eatin those? (motioning to the chocolates)
Pam: Um—
Angela: Go ahead, Stanley.
(Stanley is immediately joined by Meredith, Kevin, Oscar, and Phyllis, who all want some chocolates.)
Talking head…
Meredith: Chocolate, is proven to help libido… And it was just the afternoon pick-me-up that I needed today… (sensual sigh) and for the past four months.
Kevin: I can't believe Angela didn't want those chocolates. Maybe she didn't realize, there were Ferro Rocher's in there... (pops a chocolate in his mouth, lets out a satisfied sigh, and chews loudly) Sucks to be her.
(Dwight returns with a plastic bag in his hand. He immediately goes over to Phyllis.)
Dwight: Phyllis, you must use your knitting skills to make something for me. (he hands her the bag; inside is a roll of yarn)
Phyllis: Sure Dwight… a hat? A pot holder?
Dwight: (whispering) …A cat sweater.
Phyllis: (whispering) …Give me $20 for labor.
Dwight: Dammit Phyllis!... Done. Here ya go.
Phyllis: Pleasure doing business with you.