Outside, Meredith is setting up a fake finish line for Andy -- dressed up like a marathon runner -- to cross. Andy's still trying to finish off the "Break me off a piece of that..." lyric. (...It's "Kit-Kat Bar.") Andy: "Lum-ber-Tar...Grey-Pou-pon..." (KIT-KAT BAR!) Michael's nonspecifically dissatisfied with everything now, and he yells at Meredith and Andy about needing to get everything perfect, which makes it the absolute worst time for Phyllis to come walking up to the building in tears, because her attempt at abducting Sue Grafton led to her getting kicked out of the mall. There is mascara everywhere -- it's like someone just murdered Kim Kardashian. Michael puts a seemingly-kind hand on her shoulder, then leans in and asks, "Did you or did you not get Sue Grafton?" Phyllis sobs that she did not. Michael is disgusted and asks if someone can get her a tissue. Kevin rips her off a piece of masking tape instead. Hey, Andy, how about that? "Mask-ing-Tape!" ...No?
Jim's ready to head home, but Pam's still hard at work. Jim's kind of a dick without realizing it here, telling her she probably doesn't need to work herself too hard here, since it's Michael's commercial and no one is ever going to see it. Instead of thanking her boyfriend for reminding her just how futile the only real task she's ever been asked to perform at this job is, Pam just smiles and says, "It's not good enough for me yet." Jim offers to stay, but Pam says it's fine. Out in the lot, Jim kind of redeems himself by interviewing that he's proud of her for working on "achieving her dream." Then Meredith hollers at him, saying if he still wants a ride home it's time to "piss or get off the pot!" Meredith, he's never going to go beyond signing your pelvis cast if you keep up with the trucker language!
The next morning, Pam wakes up to the sound of her phone ringing. Yes, she slept at her desk. She's a real worker now! Jim's the one who called her, and he's also the one who bought her a breakfast sandwich and orange juice and put it on her desk for her. I'm sorry, what did I say about him acting like a dick? Disregard. In case you were wondering, yes, you can buy my love with breakfast sandwiches. Jim does apologize for looking away for a split second, allowing Creed to gank her hash browns. Pam interviews that she worked until 2:45 AM, then had to decide if she wanted to sleep in the office -- with Michael and also Dwight -- or drive home, fall asleep at the wheel, and die in a fiery car wreck; "I fell asleep on my keyboard trying to decide."