Erin and Pete are still at the office this late for some reason, quietly talking about how awful this all is. "Hey love-turds! Conference room, now," Andy barks at them. Cut to him at the head of the conference table, with Alice and Pete at his right and Erin and Gabe at his left. He says he wants to hear about everyone's day. Gabe admits it was weird, which Andy sarcastically says is odd considering what Erin and Pete told him earlier. Alice airs a little of Pete's dirty laundry and Andy asks Gabe to vent a little bit. Which Gabe readily does. Erin can't stand it, telling him, "Every word out of your mouth is like the squawk of an ugly pelican." Alice mocks Pete some more, talking about how he wanted to be a gym teacher. Erin says he still can and, in fact. all of them can... well, except for Gabe, who points out that he lacks the lung capacity to blow a whistle. He challenges Pete to talk about his taste in music and tries to trap him into admitting he loves white supremacist hate-rock, and Alice joins in to mock Pete for not knowing how to use chopsticks. Gabe says he's got that covered, having been to Japan and everything, and asks Erin to come back for one night. Soon Gabe and Erin are arguing with each other, and Pete and Alice are also arguing, and Andy just peers smugly back and forth between the two ex-couples. He THs from his office, "Does making Erin and Pete feel bad make me feel better? Yeah! Yeah, it does!" I remember rooting for Andy in the past. Never consistently or for any length of time, but it happened occasionally.
Jim and Pam seem to actually be enjoying themselves, and each other, and the Chinese takeout, talking and laughing about the guy who interviewed Pam today. Jim assures her that the next interview will have to be better. Pam's not sure... even if it's great, she stutters that she doesn't know if she wants this. That kind of wrecks the mood. Jim says this is out of left field. "Is it?" she asks. "I liked our life in Scranton." "And I have started a business in Philadelphia," Jim chuckles darkly. Pam shrugs, like, this wasn't my idea. Dinner seems to get pretty quiet after that.
And then the tag is an overlong bit about Oscar making a whole production of getting up from his desk in a pair of gravity boots every time an ad pops up on his computer screen. What kind of accounting is he doing, anyway? Anyway, every time that happens he hangs himself upside-down from the doorframe to do an ab workout. This time, though, he ends up stranded while everyone treats him as an inconvenient obstruction. Meanwhile, another tiny ad pops up on his unattended computer, with this text next to a familiar logo: "Coming this May: The Office: An American Workplace. Ten years in the making, a look at the lives and loves of an average American small business office." Pee-yoo, who wrote that copy?