Week 4, July 21. Andy finishes his jumping jacks before getting on the scale, and the results are a collective loss of one pound. Kelly's back from the hospital, and Stanley's pleased about having lost four pounds.
Phyllis has taken over as the head of the party planning committee. "I was just in the right place at the right time." Read: she busted Angela with Dwight and is blackmailing her.
Oh, and Michael has grown a goatee for reasons that will be made clear later. He busts into the party planning committee, and complains about the talk of cake when everyone's supposed to be losing weight. He THs about their lack of willpower, holding himself up as an example: "I once went 28 years without having sex. And then again for seven years." I don't think that was an issue of willpower. For anyone, really.
So he calls a come-to-Jesus meeting about weight loss. He wants everyone to pledge to lose five pounds. Which, combined with the 65 pounds Jim dryly says he plans to lose, should put them over the top.
Jim's on his way out to see Pam, and Michael tosses him a condom. "I don't want you to have to worry about a surprise pregnancy like me," he says. So...many...levels...
Angela has finally presented Andy with a list of requirements for their wedding location: "A thousand-year-old church in the continental United States, there has to be a rainbow, a 24-hour veterinarian on call..." As Andy balks at the list, Angela has dialed her phone, and Dwight's pager hums. As he heads down to the warehouse, Andy tells Angela a sweet but dorky speech about how he'll marry her anywhere. She actually melts a little and pecks him on the lips before returning to her desk. And down in the warehouse, Dwight is left hanging. Not literally, fortunately.
Jim knocks on a dorm room labeled "Pam Beesly, Resident Advisor." She greets him happily and amorously, and Jim shuts the camera crew out with the oldest trick in the book, which basically consists of, "Look, there's Pam's art." I think that might actually be older than the book.
Stanley's birthday party is a sober affair, with bottled water and fruit. "Does anyone want to dance?" Ronnie asks. Nobody does. In fact, nobody wants to be at the party any more after that.
And Jim's watching TV in the common room while Pam deals with a resident. Advises her, if you will. "I'm waiting it out," he says, with significance that might just escape one upon first viewing.