Everyone's down in the parking lot to greet Oscar, who has taken up cycling to the office and is obnoxiously happy about it. "A horse is a bike that pedals itself," Dwight points out. Kevin notices that it's a Lance Armstrong model, which offends Kelly as a member of Team Sheryl Crow, so nobody notices that Michael has gotten on the bike until he topples over. He talking-heads that of course he can ride a bike: "I take spinning classes three times a month." Plus, the one he gave to that Benihana waitress was pretty worn out. Pam and Jim carefully launch Michael across the parking lot on the bike (and Oscar's okay with this?) while he starts up his own supportive chant, until he crashes into a car. "You never forget!" he whoops triumphantly as he limps away.

Jim and Dwight are doing a sales call together, to a guy named Steve Nash. "He's not the Steve Nash," Jim points out waggishly in the parking lot. Dwight thinks Jim is being condescending, and then asks who the Steve Nash is. Jim asks if Dwight ever heard of the point guard for the Phoenix Suns. "No, Mr. Jock Hipster," Dwight says. Jim remarks that he's neither of those things. Sorry, I'm with Dwight on this one. This sales call is going to go great.

Andy's looking through his Cornell alumni magazine (oh look, someone remembered), which includes the shocking news that one of his classmates died falling off Mount Kilimanjaro, and the even more shocking news that his old friend "Broccoli Rob" recorded a song for some dairy council ad with Trey Anastasio from Phish. "I forget about milk, this is a terrific reminder," Phyllis says, obliviously twisting the knife of jealousy that's already buried so deep in Andy's guts it's coming out of his eyes. Andy takes it even harder in a TH, saying it should have been him; "In Here Comes Treble, I had four solos. Broccoli Rob had three."

Dwight and Jim are entering the lobby, Dwight assigning Jim to alert the lady at the front desk to their presence. "You're good with receptionists," he zings. Suddenly Jim spots Timothy Olyphant sitting in the waiting area and immediately reverses direction to duck back out of sight without even taking the time to turn around. I know he's pretty intimidating, Jim, but you know Deadwood, Justified, and The Girl Next Door, and Go aren't actually real, right? Okay, maybe one of them was, a little. Jim calls Dwight's attention to the man, and Dwight also recognizes him and hisses, "Crap!" They do a joint TH in which Dwight says that "Danny Cordray is the worst." By which he actually means that Danny is the best salesman ever, an employee of Osprey Paper who has stolen more clients from Dunder Mifflin than anyone. "So the situation is the worst," Jim clarifies. "Also, he slept with Pam," Dwight adds. Wait, what? Jim says he didn't, but Dwight silently nods, yeah he did.