After another commercial break, Dunder Mifflin CFO David Wallace walks in. At first I think he's here to put a stop to it, but he's actually driven all the way to Scranton so he can make a contribution to the auction: a weekend at his place in Martha's Vineyard. Well, there's another reason he's here, but we'll get to that later.
Meanwhile, Dwight calls Phyllis away, saying someone let the air out of her tires. Of course it's so he can talk to her in private, but once they're in the parking lot he turns out to have gone kind of method with it. "Why couldn't you have just said it? Why did you actually do it?" she asks him sadly. Dwight says that Angela ignored his ultimatum, so he needs Phyllis to tell him his next move. "You move on," Phyllis says. Dwight does so, on the spot. "Now how do I get her back?" Phyllis says he doesn't; it's over. Dwight is disappointed, having thought Phyllis had some kind of master plan. He angrily accuses her of just wanting to stay in charge of the Party Planning Committee. Phyllis slaps him, which is pretty brave of her considering the size of the knife she saw him with earlier. "And you slap like a girl," Dwight says. Then, in a TH by the building's front door, someone has clearly asked him what Phyllis did wrong. "She stuck her nose in my business," Dwight says indignantly. "And tried to help me..." With that, he kind of peters out.
At the bar, Jim and Roy are catching up, and Jim gives an update on Pam. She's in New York. "And she's engaged... to me." Jim tells her about the great time she apparently had last night with her friends, and Roy says this: "I thought you were her friend." Roy is not usually this efficient with words, because the next thing we see is Jim, in his car, on the way to New York. Jim Halpert: sometimes slow to reach a logical conclusion, but once he gets there he grabs on with both hands.
Michael's audience is getting impatient about the Bruce Springsteen tickets, and he can feel himself losing them. Which is appropriate, because he pats his pockets, and unconvincingly claims that they were lost...or stolen. People start getting up and leave, and it looks like the auction is over. There's not much left to auction off but a hug from Phyllis. Michael rudely shoots her down, but Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration calls out a hundred-dollar bet. "You're her husband, you idiot," Michael bitches, but the bidding is still going on. And Dwight sweeps in, loudly adding one penny to each multi-hundred-dollar figure that gets called out. "What the hell is going on?" asks Michael. Eventually it's just Dwight vs. Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration, and when Dwight bids $700.01, Bob Vance of Vance Refrigeration decisively yells, "One thousand dollars!" Dwight stops, considers it, says, "It's not worth it," and sits down. But the grateful smile that he and Phyllis share across the room tells us that his point is made.