Dwight still has questions for Michael. Can they carpool? Can they switch cars? Who's the primary on the fire insurance? With that, Michael has had too much, and he makes all manner of disgusted and frustrated noises before telling Dwight that there will be no arrangement. The whole thing is off. "Thank God," Dwight THs. "It was nice of him to offer, but I live in a nine-bedroom farmhouse. I have my own crossbow range." He does allow that the two bathrooms would have been great: "We just have the one. And it's under the porch."
Ryan, who looks bored and a bit above it all, wins a game of guess-who-will-step-off-the-elevator, and he gets a medal. As Ryan fails to bask in his victory, Pam tells Jim that she made something for later for the closing ceremonies. She's carrying it in a box, and she opens it to let Jim peek inside. "Oh my God," he enthuses. "Where did you have time to make that?" "Automatic voice mail," she says. They high-five, and she laughs. "Nice work," he tells her. He walks off, and she glows, but then she sees Angela staring at her and making a mark on a Post-It.
In the car, Dwight reminds Michael that he can always pay the mortgage off early, but Michael is still so mad that he goes wildly off the point, just blasting Dwight with irrelevant social commentary about how much everyone hates beets. Michael thinks Dwight should grow something people like. Like candy! Michael wishes he had a piece of candy, and definitely not a beet. Dwight starts to put the top down, but Michael swats his hand away. Aw.
Jim is timing a race around the office with full cups of coffee between Oscar and Toby. It's all going fine, but it ends abruptly when Michael and Dwight appear. A fearless Jim wants to keep the race going, but all the oxygen has left the room, and everyone sinks back down into their chairs. Dwight wants his stopwatch back. Jim, looking angry and defeated, hands it back and sits down. Pam watches him sympathetically. It was a race with coffee cups, but it was important.