Pam delivers a new bouquet and box of chocolates to Phyllis's desk. Getting a little moody about it, too, as she drops them brusquely on the formica. As is Meredith, who freshens up her sport drink in the break room with a little tonic water and lime. Maybe those things will actually make it somewhat drinkable.

Jan introduces CFO David Wallace to the four regional managers at corporate, then THs from her office that she's nervous. A bit later, Josh finishes up his slick PowerPoint presentation complete with pie charts. Now it's Michael's turn, and his bit is a touchy-feely video montage of the Scrantonites entitled "The Faces of Scranton" by Michael Scott. Which ends with the title card "A Michael Scott Joint" and a production card for "Great Scott" showing Steve Martin and Robin Williams over Michael exclaiming "Great Scott!" in a bad British accent. After the movie, Michael stands modestly next to the dark screen, mistaking the silent shock and appallment (see?) filling the room for awe at his cinematic achievement. Finally, Wallace recovers enough to say that he's looking more for information on the branch's performance. Fortunately, Michael brought that too, and he hands out some binders. Whew, that was close.

Pam delivers a pot of flowers to Oscar. "Nothing for me?" Angela asks. "Join the club," Pam grumps back. Oscar reads the enclosed card and quickly sticks it in pocket, saying it's from his mom.

Meredith has passed out at her desk. You'd think she would have had enough electrolytes in her by now to get through the day.

Kelly is still bending Jim's ear -- and his soul -- with more blather about Ryan. Jim finally loses patience, because you know Jim has no time to waste on romantic feelings that aren't ever going to go anywhere. He tells her to move on, and come to his poker game tonight. Kelly seems to hear what Jim is saying, but then she irritates him all over again by asking if she can invite Ryan along.

Gore from Buffalo finishes his presentation, so now it's Craig's turn. Except Craig didn't know he had to have any numbers. Embarrassing. Jan gives him a hard time, and Craig bitches, "Michael made that stupid movie, he doesn't get in any trouble. Maybe I should have slept with you, too." And there it is. Wallace looks at Jan, his face a study in shock and appallment. Jan looks at Michael, her expression filled with rage and betrayal. Michael looks at nothing. Really, really hard.

Cut to him and Jan in Jan's office, which can't be helping. But I would hasten to assure Wallace that they are totally not making out. Jan is beyond upset, too freaked out and terrified of losing her job over this to even be very angry at Michael. Michael offers to talk to David and try to fix it. "Surely you can't be serious," Jan scoffs. Michael assures her that he is. "And don't call me Shirley. Airplane!" Wow, if Michael's gotten his shit together enough to get a pop-culture reference correct, he might actually pull this off.