Dwight storms into Jan's office, saying she thought he was out of cards, but he presents what he calls "The Ace of Babes." Enter Clark, asking, "Where's the Quiznos?" "You're the Quiznos," Dwight smirks, introducing Clark as Jan's own personal Dunder Mifflin liaison. He sits on Jan's desk all nasty-like and hints that Molly may not be cutting it, unlike her old assistant Hunter. "I don't recall," Jan lies. "And yes, Molly is crap." Pam whispers to Clark that he doesn't have to do this, but Clark says he wants to -- get into sales, that it -- while Dwight whispers to Jan, "He's been growing that mustache for weeks. Best he can do." Jan has Clark turn around, and sends Dwight and Pam away so she can get right up in Clark's space and ask him, "Do you have a valid passport?"

Back at his desk, Jim takes a call from one of his partners, who says it's not really working. "What does that mean?" Jim stammers. Nothing good, I'm thinking. Is he going to get fired and take three weeks to tell Pam?

At the gym, Angela is trying to get Oscar to say more about the Senator possibly being gay. They watch, still unobserved, as he pulls out his phone and makes a call. They both dive under the table when he turns in their direction, and of course Oscar's phone buzzes. He doesn't answer, but the guilty look he gives Angela is clearly all she needs to see.

In the tag, Dwight and Pam are on their way out when they tell Molly she should quit. Dwight adds sympathetically, "I know it can't be easy working for Jan. God luck with your feelings." After she's gone, Pam tells Dwight that was nice and he should ask for her number. But Dwight already has her license number, and he promises to let Pam know when he's "curried favor with her." "Why me?" asks Pam, slightly touched. Dwight says, "Because you are my friend. And you are a woman. And women love gossip! It's like air to you people, ugh, God, blegh, blegh!" Pam follows him out with that small smile that tells us Dwight's a pig and all is right with the world.

M. Giant is a Minneapolis-based writer with a wife, a son, and a number of cats that seems to have settled at around two. Learn waaaay too much about him at Velcrometer, follow him on Twitter , or just e-mail him at m.giant[at]gmail.com.