Cut to Hooters, where Michael is telling Jim to order milk. Get it? "Why do I like Hooters?" he THs. "I will give you two reasons: the boobs and the hot wings." And then he giggles at the naughty-ish, completely stale joke that he just totally screwed up.
Michael makes an idiot of himself in front of their waitress by ordering a chicken breast, hold the chicken. "Is that what you really want?" she asks, shutting him down. He orders a gourmet hot dog like a spanked little boy. No hot wings for you!
While grossly digging through the reception desk's jelly bean jar for black ones, Dwight quizzes Pam about how Oscar sounded on the phone before, when he called in sick. She answers as quickly and meaninglessly as she can, just to get his blackened teeth out of her face. After he's gone, she dumps out the rest of the candy in her trash can. I don't think I would have done that. I would have taken them to the Dumpster.
At Hooters, Michael asks what Jim likes about Pam, and Jim says that she's easy to talk to and has a good sense of humor. Michael surprised to hear it, since Pam never gets any of his jokes. Jim cuts a look at the camera and asks, "What about you?" Michael: "Her boobs, definitely." Jim: "Wow, that's not what I meant." Too late; Pam's boobs are ruined forever. And it gets worse, because Michael told the waitresses that it's Jim's birthday, so now add "ritual" to the list of the many varieties of humiliation Jim endures today.
When they return to the office, Pam asks what they talked about. "Politics, literature," Jim says, holding up his new Hooters t-shirt for her to see. "I hate you," Pam says. Well, that makes two of them.
Dwight comes into Michael's office to give an Oscar update, and Michael snaps at him to just go to Oscar's house. "I could have done this whole investigation in, like, twenty minutes." "Including prep time?" Dwight asks, stung. Which is foolish, because he's sat through enough of Michael's speeches and presentations to know that Michael doesn't do prep time. My other question is, wouldn't Toby have gotten wind of this? Because I'm not sure it's legal. I'm not saying Toby would have been able to stop it; just that he would have gotten wind of it.
With spray cleaner in hand, Ryan opens a desk drawer, revealing it to be completely empty. He tells us that if necessary, he could clean out his desk in five seconds. "And nobody would know I'd ever been here. And I'd forget too," he adds dreamily. One would like to think so.