Customer Survey
Pam:[Dwight slams something on desk] What was that?
Jim:Wow. That was Dwight. He seems upset about something.
Pam:Describe him exactly. What color mustard is his shirt? Yellow or Dijon?
Jim:It is... more of a spicy brown, actually.
Dwight:What are you mumbling about?
Jim:How was your meeting with Michael?
Dwight:None of your business.
Jim:Was it your scores?
Dwight:Those can't be my scores, Jim. For your information --
Jim:Mm-hmm.
Dwight:I'm being sabotaged.
Jim:Of course.
Dwight:And I'm going to find that person and punish them.
Jim:Absolutely. Or you could just be nice to your customers.
Dwight:You're an idiot.
Jim:There's the charm.
Michael:Jimbo, let's do this thang.
Jim:That is me. Wish me luck.
Dwight:No way.
Pam:[whispers on bluetooth] Good luck.
Jim:Thanks.
Dwight:I didn't say anything
Pam:I love you.
Jim:I love you, too.
Dwight:What do you think I am saying to you?!
Jim:I'm not talking to you.