Work Bus
Meme It!Stanley:Next stop pies! [group joins in]
Group:Next stop pies!
Kevin:Next stop pies!
Jim:Let's go driver! [clapping] Laverne packs up the pie wagon at five so...
Kevin:At five? That's only twenty minutes from now. The pie shop is thirteen miles away. So at fifty five miles an hour that just gives us five minutes to spare.
Angela:So wait, when pies are involved you can suddenly do math in your head?
Kevin:Wh...
Oscar:Hold on, Kevin, how much is 19,154 pies divided by 61 pies?
Kevin:314 pies.
Oscar:What if it were salads?
Kevin:Well, it's the...carry the four...and...it doesn't work.
Dwight:I'm sorry to spoil Jim's fantastic voyage everyone, but we're almost out of gas.
Jim:OK, well I saw a station about a mile back so, chop chop.
Dwight:That name brand place? Nope forget about it, sorry. The tanks are so big on this thing, five cents a gallon extra, that really adds up.
Jim:Are you kidding me? Dwight, come on!
Pam:Hey honey, I don't think we should push him.
Jim:Oh no, I'm gonna push him. You know why? Because you're getting a pie. Why? Cause you deserve it. And what is he doing? He's trying to drive us all around the countryside looking for gas because he knows we won't get there. Is that what we want?!
Group:No!
Dwight:Stop ordering me around, Jim!
Jim:What do we want?!
Group:Pies!
Jim:When do we want it?!
Group:Pies!
Dwight:OK, fine. You win. Jim, you win. We have been battling for a long time, but you know what? You win, cause you are the winner, you are the alpha male, there you go. [drops keys in Jim's lap] Alpha male, go buy your wife a pie. Go buy the whole world a pie.
Jim:That's impossible. [Dwight climbs through ceiling hatch] Dwight!
Meredith:Oh my!
Jim:What are you doing?
Meredith:Dwight, what the hell?
Oscar:Dwight!
Clark:What?
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