And then Jim is telling Pam about what he told Dwight, which she thinks is a great idea, suggesting, "Maybe we can get him to hide and wait somewhere." Under the guise of wanting a head count, Jim asks whether Roy's coming, and doesn't seem too disappointed to hear that he isn't. Or surprised. It's probably why he went with imported beer.
On his way back to his desk, Jim runs into Michael, who, with only an hour left in the day, is getting desperate about finagling an invitation for himself. He asks whether Jim has plans that night, or if they could hang out tonight. Jim awkwardly begs off, and Michael suddenly remembers that he himself has improv class: "Wouldn't miss it for the world. But if something else came up I would definitely not go." Jim looks trapped, until he finally comes up with "Improv sounds great." Michael reluctantly returns to his office empty-handed. So that's three impossible things we're believing this episode: expectation of email privacy, Jim inviting everyone he works with except Michael, and Jim not caving when he realizes that Michael's on to him. Jim is usually all about the caving.
It's 5:10, and people are starting to leave for the day. But first they have to get past the one-man gauntlet of Michael, who has positioned himself by the door and is grilling everyone about their plans as they leave. Kevin's lie is highly rehearsed, wordy, and specific, but all Angela can come up with is "Charity...bake drive." "Liar!" Michael snaps at her retreating back. Michael is finally down to Dwight, and even offers to watch "that stupid...Battleship...Galaxy" with him, because it was still on Fridays then. By the way, The Office and Battlestar Galactica are both NBC Universal properties, which would cause me to snark about cross-promotion if I weren't currently realizing that this technically makes me, Jenna Fischer, and Edward James Olmos co-workers. Hi, guys! Dwight makes a couple of transparent -- nay, incandescent -- excuses, and then tells Michael with a naughty grin, "Have fun whatever it is you're doing tonight, and I will see you Monday." Which he think is just mischievous, but comes off to Michael as just cruel. "He has no idea," Dwight whispers excitedly into the camera. He leaves Michael standing alone in the background, giving us a nice view of the conference-room window through the spot where his heart used to be.