Jury Duty
Meme It!Dwight:Okay, everybody, gather 'round. Got a real special surprise for you. [indicates Ernesto and assistant who are carrying empanadas]
Toby:Ernesto!
Ernesto:Hola Toby! [mimes choking]
Toby:Yeah, hey.
Ernesto:Como esta? [speaks Spanish]
Nate:Uh, I'm going to say 'I' when I'm talking for Ernesto, so instead of 'he says blah, blah, blah,' I'm going to say 'I say, blah, blah, blah,' but that's for him. Anyway, it was something like, 'He remembers Toby.' [makes face] 'I remember Toby.'
Dwight:Okay- oh, Jim. Hey, this guy look familiar?
Jim:Uh-
Toby:It's the empanada guy.
Jim:The empanada guy!
Dwight:No, Toby! [bleep] Damn it, Toby! No, I wasn't asking you. [sighs] Ask him if he remembers Jim. [Nate asks Ernesto a question in Spanish]
Ernesto:No.
Nate:He says, 'No.'
Dwight:He says, 'No!' Boom!
Andy:Yeah but who remembers all their customers? I mean, I can name like three of our clients.
Dwight:Okay, he remembers Toby, the most forgettable man in the known world. [Ernesto says something in Spanish]
Nate:Ah, he doesn't want any trouble, he sees lots of people, they come from all around to eat his delicious meat pockets.
Jim:Uh, you guys are going to love these. So, empanadas on me. You guys gotta try them.
Creed:Usually I'm a burrito guy, but if you won't tell, I won't. Wink, wink.
Dwight:Great. And while we're enjoying these delicious empanadas, Jim, why don't you tell us your story again?
Andy:Why? Everybody's heard it.
Dwight:Walk us through it. What time would you get there every morning?
Andy:Hey, Murder She Wrote. How about we drop the whole 'Murder, She Wrote' thing, okay? Jim was at the courthouse for jury duty every morning. How do I know? Because I drove him there.
Phyllis:Why?
Andy:Why? Why? [looks at Jim]
Jim:Because my car broke down.
Andy:His car broke down. So he called me, 'cause I live near the courthouse.
Dwight:Wait, wait. You live by the courthouse. So you drove from near the courthouse, out to Jim's house, and then back to the courthouse?
Andy:Thirty minutes out, thirty minutes back, easy hour. And I would watch that cute little tushie scurry up those courthouse stairs every morning and that was that.
Phyllis:[to Ernesto] I'm sorry, do you have any American Mexican food?