Michael has buttonholed Marie in a booth to quiz her about concierge stuff. He remains impressed, and she's clearly digging the attention.

A considerable amount of alcohol later, Oscar and Andy are drunkenly discussing Angela, and Oscar has a serious question for her fiancé: "How can anyone stand that woman?" Andy doesn't take offense, but lists her finer attributes, the last of which is, "I can't wait to have sex with her." This as we see Concierge Marie making out with Michael in the alley and then leading him away. Back to Oscar and Andy: Oscar wants to know what's wrong with Angela. Wait, is this an hour-long episode and nobody told me? So Andy ends up drunk-dialing Angela. "What is wrong with you?" is how he greets her. "Why won't you do Andy?" Oscar adds, shocked at himself. On the other end of the line, Angela is confused and irritated, but Andy presses the issue: "I wanna take you to sex school!" Good thing he's drunk enough not to really register the whispers of "Who is that, Monkey?" on Angela's end of the conversation. Man, that is going to be such a blow-up when the time comes. Realizing Andy is drunk, Angela tells him they'll discuss it later. "Naked!" Andy insists. "We'll discuss it naked!"

Michael is summarily dismissed from Concierge Marie's room. At least she puts his shoes out in the hallway so he doesn't have to do the walk of shame barefoot.

Back at the office, everyone in the bullpen is staring seriously at Jim. "How does everybody know already?" he asks. Dwight's the only one who didn't know Pam failed art school, although he's not surprised, as he's been taking apart her painting of the building. Everyone else futilely tries to shush him. Jim gets up for some coffee instead of engaging. Hey, what happened to Jim? Dwight should be lying scattered in tiny little pieces at his feet by now, each of them only vaguely aware of what Jim just did to it.

The next morning, Andy meets up with Oscar in the lobby, and they agree that they had fun together last night. "Thanks for trying to hook me up," Oscar says sincerely. "That's what I do," Andy says modestly. "You get the whole nine nards." Oscar chuckles, in part because he can't believe they actually called Angela. Andy is horrified to realize that last night's call was real and not something he dreamed. He's still watching his world crash around himself when Michael joins them. "Slept like a baby," he says. Well, maybe that's why Concierge Marie kicked him out. Ever see a baby sleep? It's very thrashy.