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Top Pam thinks Jim should be the one to be getting better job offers and mentions to Jim that he should apply to Cumberland Mills in Maryland. Jim does not like this suggestion and feels like Pam would not care if he left. Pam tries to back-pedal but Jim makes clear his feelings. Michael tries to practice his firing skills with Jim, but doesn't fire him. Michael decides to fire Creed, after unsuccessfully trying to fire Pam and Stanley. Creed is unwilling to be fired so he talks Michael into letting Devon go, which he does. Devon retailiates by smashing a pumpkin on Michael's car. At the end of the episode, we see a guilty Michael alone at home on Halloween, handing out candy to trick-or-treaters. |
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Michael: Um, Pam, I have to let somebody go, today. This is, uh, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. Dwight: What is that? What are you supposed to be? Michael: Oh, look at you. Showing your colors. Bet you wish you wore a dress every day. Michael: Interesting take on Dorothy. I love it. Hey, you know what would even be better? Soccer ball and cleats. Pam: Okay, ‘greatest strength …’ Jim: Dwight is … special. But I don’t believe that his talents are being used in this office. So Pam and I have put his resume on Monster.com, Google, craigslist … we’re really interested most in jobs that take Dwight out of state, um, preferably Alaska. Or India. Michael (pretending to listen to his second head): What? Angela: Those aren’t chips and dip. Pam: I’m guessing Angela’s the one in the neighborhood who gives the trick-or-treaters some … toothbrushes, pennies … walnuts. Jim: Michael Scott here. Yes, I am regional manager of this orifice. Uh-huh, Dwight Schrute is amazing, yeah, no, he is actually the single greatest employee of his generation. You know what, I’m gonna tell you what — you hire Dwight K. Schrute, and he does not meet, nay, exceed, every one of your wildest expectations, well then you can hold me, Michael Gary Scott, personally and financially responsible. (Imitating Michael as he’s hanging up the phone) Okay, okay, okay-kay-kay-kay, okay. Dwight: Cumberland Mills? And how did you get my resume? Oh no, no, I’m very flattered, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not sure that it’s my official resume or if it’s something that maybe a satisfied customer posted online. What does it say under martial arts training? Oh, okay, I’m gonna have to supplement that. Could I have your fax number? Dwight: Would I ever leave this company. Look, I’m all about loyalty. In fact, I feel like part of what I’m getting paid for here is my loyalty. But … if there were somewhere else that valued that loyalty more highly, I’m going wherever they value loyalty the most. Jim: Honestly, I don’t think Michael has the slightest clue of who he’s going to fire. I think he keeps hoping that someone’s gonna volunteer, uh, or be run over by a bus before the deadline. But in the end, really, what’s going to happen is, it’s going to be the first person to give him a dirty look in the hall. And therein lies the true essence of his charisma. Jim (pushing a tissue box toward Michael): I’m really sorry, but I have to let you go. And it’s purely budgetary, it’s not personal … Michael: Yeah, I went hunting once. Shot the deer in the leg. Had to kill it with a shovel. Took about an hour. Why do you ask? Pam: Um, I’m sorry … for pushing you toward Cumberland. Seriously, if you left here, I would blow my brains out. (They both laugh.) Jim: That’s just a figure of speech, you know? “Blow your brains out”? Come on. All it really means is that we’re friends. And who else is she going to talk to if I’m gone, right? I mean, if she left, I wouldn’t blow my brains out. Of course, I would take that job in Maryland. Because it’s double the pay, and soft shell crab just happens to be my favorite food. |
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