Dwight's car. As they get closer to their destination, Dwight is very rapidly running down some actually useful sales tips -- by which Ryan is so surprised that he takes a minute to realize he should start writing shit down. However, once he does pull out a pad, Dwight's moved on to Michael's usual advice: "'K-I-S-S. Keep It Simple, Stupid.' Great advice; hurts my feelings every time." Hee. Also, kudos to Michael for knowing the actual words that acronym stands for.
Dwight parks at the sales office and strides up to the building with Ryan, who recaps Dwight's tips. He's going to try to be confident but not cocky. This version of Ryan might be able to pull that off.
Scranton branch. Michael comes out, babbles a high-fructose corn syrup-fueled stream of nonsense, and jitters back to his office. Pam doesn't write "Sugar High" on his log, but she could.
Sales office. Things didn't go so well, it seems, as Ryan sighs that they didn't like him. Dwight nicely says that they didn't have to say so to Ryan's face. Ha! Ryan doesn't understand what he did wrong, but Dwight tells him that not everything is a lesson -- sometimes you just fail. He adds that it's because of "those online paper jerks," who will be screwed "when this whole internet fad is over." Foreshadowing! But Ryan's not willing to give up so easily, grabbing eggs from Mose's basket and pelting the building with them. Dwight tries to stop him -- but not for long, and joins in for as many eggs as he can lob before the security guards come out, whereupon Dwight and Ryan take off in Dwight's car. God help the building that ends up covered in fat-back bacon.
Scranton branch. Jan calls Pam to ask after Michael, who has crashed and is napping with his head on his desk. Pam nicely covers that he's on a sales call. Michael is a lucky idiot boss.
Bar. Dwight and Ryan drop shots in their beers, and though Dwight soon sputters around his boilermaker, Ryan chugs it like the frat boy he always kind of will be. Dwight cheers him on, "Temp! Temp! Temp! ...Ryan! Ryan!" When Ryan's downed his whole drink, Dwight grins, "Just think -- that temp agency could have sent you anywhere!" Ryan, directly to the camera: "I think about that all the time." Ha!
Scranton branch. Everyone's getting ready to leave when Michael emerges from his office, the impression of some office supply or other on his cheek. Pam tells him that Brent Coselli sent over some contracts, and marvels that Michael made a "huge sale." Michael shrugs it off and leaves. Pam thinks about how to doctor her log to make Michael look like less of a fuckup. She's nearly out the door when the phone rings. She considers whether to let it go, but finally picks it up, and...it's Jim. OH MY GOD, Y'ALL! "Oh my God," says Pam in shock. Jim recovers more quickly, saying that he was trying to call Kevin about fantasy football, but forgot his extension. He says he didn't think Pam would still be there, and asks why she is. She reluctantly tells him about the log Jan's making her keep, and Jim, of course, asks to see a copy. There's a long pause, which they both try to fill and then talk over each other and then Pam drops Loaded Line #1 by saying that everything there is still pretty much the same: "A little different." She asks Jim what time it is there, and he reminds her that they're in the same time zone and asks where she thought he was so that Pam can drop Loaded Line #2: "I don't know. It felt far." You know, it's the first time the characters are interacting in Season 3. Lighten up, writers, we get it.