What the hell is the budget for this never-ending documentary anyway? They're even springing for airfare for the crew. Michael's all king-of-the castle in business class as Andy and Oscar head past him on their way to coach. In flight, Michael leans around the divider to show off his DVD player, which Andy also brought one of. "Harry and the Hendersons!" yells Andy over his headphones. Oscar offers to share his egg salad sandwiches with Michael, and gets mocked for his trouble: "Could you have picked something stinkier to bring on a plane?" Michael says. "My God, Oscar, do you have a bag of baby poop in there too?" He turns to a flight attendant to ask for a menu, and is only briefly thrown when he's informed there's no meal service. He announces that he'll take a nap, using his complimentary sleeping mask, or "blindfold," as he calls it. And then he gets slammed in the knee by the drinks cart. Nighty-night.
Because Ryan is going to be moved back to the annex after Pam's return, he heads in there to scope things out. And not just the work area, if you know what I mean. Kelly mildly reminds him that she's with Darryl, so he tries to impress her with some push-ups. "Is that supposed to impress me?" she asks. So he switches to one hand. Kelly THs that she's done with Ryan for good. And then we cut to them making out on the desk.
Michael, Andy and Oscar arrive at the hotel and Oscar checks them in while Michael and Andy go to meet the concierge. She's a blonde, bored-looking woman who seems knowledgeable about the area, as concierges tend to be. Michael is quite impressed with her magical skills. Andy gets slick: "Where might you find yourself on a Winnipeg night like this?" She names a place in the financial district. Michael THs about how he thinks a concierge is like a geisha in Winnipeg, "Trained in the fine art of fanciness and pleasure." I'm expecting this to go either very well or very badly for him. I should have realized that it's going to be both.