Toby is quiet; everybody is quiet.
Michael: "Okay, you know what? I will not donate my winnings to Comic Relief, since apparently, it doesn't exist. I am going to donate to Afghanistanis with AIDS." Jim again corrects him ("The aid to Afghanistan?"), but Michael won't be dissuaded.
Michael: "No, I mean Afghanistanis with AIDS."
Michael: "That's a dog."
Pam: "No, that's â˜afghan.'"
Michael: "That's a shawl."
Dwight and Creed get confused ("Canine AIDS?" "Humans with AIDS." "Who has AIDS?") and Jim explains that it's the Afghanistanannis with the AIDS. Michael is forced to lay down the velvet hammer. "Okay, you know what? No. No. AIDS is not funny. Believe me, I have tried." In interview, Michael explains that there are still certain off-limits areas in comedy. "JFK. AIDS. The Holocaust." He reveals that the Lincoln assassination became funny only recently, and then fails to demonstrate this fact. ("I need to see this play like I need a hole in the head.") And...I don't know where exactly he's going with this, but I think he's skipping a step or two: "I hope to someday live in a world where a person could tell a hilarious AIDS joke. It's one of my dreams." That is beautiful.
Jim picks up his messages from reception, and Pam gets shuffly when he asks what she's up to, because she's looking at wedding band videos. (Last week, things got ugly when Jim was revealed to be very irritated by the constant wedding planning. Which of course it is, regardless, but then also, you know, the Love.) He flips it around on her as an apology, and asks to be a part of choosing the band, after she reveals that Roy was supposed to pick but is "concentrating more on the bachelor party now." It's a nice, sweet thing he's doing, and the agreement that they're okay is something you've been waiting all week for. (If the psychic powers snake oil show double act didn't convince you, now they're talking about the wedding directly.) "Pam, these are people who have never given up on their dreams. I have great respect for that. And yes, they're all probably very bad -- and that'll make me feel better about not having dreams." It's not the things he says. "There's a KISS cover band in here," she grins, and he grabs her and the box of tapes all yoink! style, heading for the conference room.
Pam: "I'm pretty happy these days. I'm getting married soon, and I'm getting along with everybody at work."