Michael is still wound up, having figured out that Wallace basically hired Charles so he wouldn't have to deal with Michael directly any more. Wallace does a pretty poor job of denying it. Michael goes on about how much it sucks that after 15 years with the company, "I have to get in the car and drive to New York in order to talk to you." Wallace sees Michael's point and gives in, saying Michael can have his party and everything that goes along with it, and Wallace will be there. That kind of takes the wind out of Michael's sails. Maybe he gets how big a deal it is for Wallace to make this exception to the new policy and back Michael in his very first clash with his new boss, and maybe he doesn't. But what he clearly does get is that David Wallace doesn't respect him, never has, and never will. Which is of course true of every other human in the world, but every other human in the world isn't in the room with him right now, giving in to him like a weary parent. So Michael gets up, shakes Wallace's hand, and says, "I quit." Dude.
Unfortunately, he then ruins it by stopping at the door and saying, "You have no idea how high I can fly."
And no, you don't get a tag after that.
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