Andy appears to have settled on a giant tent for his and Angela's wedding. In fact, he got the best "tentist" on the East Coast, and he's very excited about it.

In Michael's office, Michael reports that Jim's scores are "poopy," whereupon Jim quickly reaches up and flips his earpiece off, effectively hanging up on Pam. Michael elaborates that the responses describe him as "smudge and arrogant." In a TH, Jim admits that he's worried about it, since he's hoping to buy his parents' house so they can retire. "And if history tells us anything, it's that you can't go wrong buying a house that you can't afford." Topical! The house is supposed to be kind of a surprise for Pam. He gets her back on the line, apologizes for "losing her for a second," and tells her that his scores weren't so great. Pam doesn't seem too worried. "Maybe it's 'cause you spent the whole year flirting with the receptionist," Pam guesses. "Little bit," Jim agrees. "Worth it." Aww.

Back from the ads, Michael has Dwight and Jim in the conference room to do some remedial role-playing, with Jim as the client and Dwight working on his tendency to be abrasive and difficult. Everything is pretty straightforward and fine until Jim claims that his name is "Bill Buttlicker." That's only the beginning of the myriad ways Jim sabotages Dwight, while Michael consistently takes the fake Mr. Buttlicker's side, and eventually takes over the call from Dwight. "Buttlicker" immediately offers to buy a million dollars in paper from the company, but only if Michael fires Dwight. Michael has to think about it. Really hard.

Andy is making his pitch to Angela about the tent (see what I did there?), but she's not having it unless they place it in exactly the right location. "You can have your tent, but only if it's in a field. A hand-plowed field. There has to be a barn that's old enough that you can see the stars through the roof slats when you lay on your back. And antique tools to look at when you roll over. Anything within a five- to eight-mile radius is acceptable." Gosh, it almost sounds like she has someplace specific in mind already. But what could she possibly be describing? A clueless Andy is all over it.