Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Paintball fights at lunch.

Hey, Pam, I'm going to the kitchen.

Took me years to figure out that it was con.

- Hey, boomguy. - Oh, hey, Meredith.

to give us a gigantic influx of cash.

Yeah, but, Jim, Dwight's a weirdo.

I knew you looked familiar.

I just need to tell them.

Oh, I have a few powers.

- Oh, Dove Men. - Nice.

I was his babysitter, and then we dated for a while.

So I've got your resume here

like an animal.

[Phone ringing]

I would've hired all of you!

No. Why not do it now?

WHAT ARE WE WORKING WITH? ROTTEN CHEESE OR STALE shrimp?

No, it does matter who ends up sitting next to Pam when I'm gone.

Just act natural.

I need you to breathe in my face right now.

All right. I think that went well.

When you're with the R-O-L-F

Didn't work then.

[Computer chimes]

Assistant to The risk scientist

Yeah. What's up, Jim?

this junior sales associate to cover for you,

Walked right into that one

I will pay you whatever it takes.

- Everything squared away? - Yeah, mostly.

for my work colleagues than for my friends.

next to this weirdo when Jim's away.

for a potential paper salesman.

and I fell in love.

and, frankly, killing it lately.

- Oh. Um-- - Yeah.

What are we suppose To get Tim