As everyone walks away, Michael seems disillusioned with the whole exercise, complaining, "Worst $75 I ever spent." He tells the group that at this point, he's about ready to pick "Mr. Outside Hire." "Or Mrs. Outside Hire," Angela corrects. Michael agrees, condescendingly. But he doesn't want to leave the branch that way, so instead there's going to be a "hundred-point, winner-take-all, sudden-death, tribal council round" to test the contenders' "Bob Hope" factor. There's an exchange with Kelly about who Bob Hope is, in which he is compared with Amanda Bynes. Which probably makes Bob Hope glad to be dead.
Pam, unnoticed by anyone (as usual), is hanging back alone, holding her hand out over the still-glowing coals.
Michael tries to begin the competition. But Jim stands up and, instead of being funny, says that he not only shouldn't be considered as Michael's replacement, but that he's interviewing for the Corporate position himself. Michael is not amused, and deducts sixty points from Voldemort. Please note that a rather singed Dwight is still freaked out at the mention of the name of he-who-must-not-be-named, as if something else is going to happen to him tonight that's worse than being on fire. But now it's his turn. He gets up and begins telling the joke known as "The Aristocrats," as told by someone who has never actually heard it but only read reviews of the movie in family newspapers.
Pam, meanwhile, is totally working herself up to walk on the coals. With one last excited look back at us, she goes ahead and scampers across. It's exhilarating. She feels like she could do anything now. So that's what she's going to do.
Just as Dwight finishes his "joke," Pam comes over and steps into the middle of the circle, because she has something to say. She opens with the news that she just did the coal walk, and says that maybe she should be Michael's boss. "Why didn't any of you come to my art show?" she asks. "I invited all of you. That really sucked. It's like sometimes some of you act like I don't even exist." Nobody says anything. Oscar's probably better off not pointing out that he came. With that topic out of the way, she turns to Jim and unspools the following filibuster: "I called off my wedding because of you. And now we're not even friends. And things are just, like, weird between us, and that sucks. And I miss you. You were my best friend before we went to Stamford, and I really miss you. I shouldn't have been with Roy. There were a lot of reasons to call off my wedding. But the truth is I didn't care about any of those reasons until I met you. And now you're with someone else. And that's fine." Everyone's just staring at her, no one more so than Jim and Karen. Pam continues: "It's...whatever...Okay, my feet really hurt." Don't, Pam. Keep moving. So she wraps up by saying that she misses having fun with Jim. So now she's going to go walk in the water. "Yeah, it's a good day," she smiles before heading down the beach. In the shocked silence, Michael calls after her, "Pam! That was amazing! But I am still looking for someone with a sales background." Michael Scott: missing the point since 2005.