At the coffee shop, Pam notices how happy Angela is and adds, "I bet you wish you were like this all the time." Seriously, Angela is smiling all the way. She tells Pam about her "friend," Noelle, who missed a deadline, but was rescued by a "gallant gentleman" named "Kurt" who saved her ass by driving to New York for her. "I guess he just really likes her a lot," Angela says happily. Do you suppose "Noelle" is really unaware that her coworker...let's call her "amBees"...knows all about her and "Kurt?"

Michael's doing well on his and Andy's sales call, self-deprecatingly comparing his miserable angling luck to the trophy fishing photo on the client's desk. Predictably, Andy goes the opposite direction, claiming to have once shot a shark from the crow's nest of his dad's Bayliner off Montauk. Michael is doing much better at selling Dunder-Mifflin to the client than Andy is at selling himself to Michael. Not that that's hard.

In the Sebring afterwards, Andy is beating himself up for doing poorly, but even that has an agenda. "I really Schruted it," he says, claiming everyone says it around the office, and acting like he wonders where the term came from. Michael's lack of interest is epic. "Who knows how words are formed?" he says. This from the guy who normally isn't happy unless he's making up a fact of some form or another.

Pam gets a call at Reception, notifying her that she won an art contest for her watercolor of a school. She is rightfully excited, even when she tries to show us her winning entry on the internet (that "Image" search engine typeface sure looks familiar), and gets, like, a 200 x 300 pixel jpg. She thanks everyone in a little TH, including "the sixth-grade class that picked me."

Phyllis and Karen get a big order from their client. Phyllis asks the client about his wife, and he shows off a picture of them in Bermuda. The photo shows the client's wife painted up like a Jersey mob wife, with a vertiginous pompadour that brushes the top of the picture frame. Suddenly it all makes sense to Karen. Alas, things are not done falling into place for her today.

Stanley and Ryan's sales call is to a company that appears to be run by four middle-aged black men, who totally intimidate Ryan. "Hi," is just about all he can say to them as Stanley devotes his attention to his crosswords.