Welcome Party
Dwight:I wonder if king-sized sheets are called presidential-sized in England. I really should have a Tweeter account.
Jim:Yes, you should.
Dwight:[finds shoe box] Ooh.
Jim:[reads] 'Nellie, don't open, stupid. Love, Nellie.'
Dwight:I have to see these shoes.
Jim:I doubt that they're sh-
Dwight:Oh!
Jim:Whoa. Who is this guy?
Dwight:Here's the two of them taking a hike. I'm guessing he's some kind of friend.
Jim:Boyfriend.
Dwight:Here's the two of them kissing at a beach and kissing at the Eiffel Tower. I'm guessing he's some kind of close romantic friend.
Jim:Like a boyfriend?
Dwight:You read my mind.
Jim:Yeah. Whoa. Here's one with his face whited out.
Dwight:Hmm. Maybe someone threw a pie in his face. New theory- he's a hated Italian politician.
Jim:Better theory. This is her ex-boyfriend and they went through some kind of painful breakup.
Nellie Bertram:[walks in] Oh.
Jim:Oh, Nellie. I'm so sorry. We were just...
Nellie Bertram:I see you've discovered Benjamin. That's what I call my box full of photos of Henry.
Dwight:Why not call...
Jim:Shh!