Last night's episode of The Office was like coming home. We return to the comfortable environs of the Scranton branch and all of the lovable and somewhat hapless employees of Michael Scott. Wait, did I say employees? I meant match-makers. Bereft at the loss of his love life, Michael forces his people to set him up with eligible lady-friends or be fired. Hilarity ensues. No, really, it ensues like crazy.
Imagine, if you will, Pam setting up Michael with her sweet, unsuspecting landlady. Dwight pledging as God as his witness, to not only find a chair model that Michael is smitten with, but bring her back and force her to bear his seed. HIS SEED. Kevin giving the name of his hot and juicy redhead, Wendy (try your best figuring out who that really is.)
We also get a nice romantic bomb dropped on us from one of the subplots. Jam fans should be thrilled with that one.
Here are some great lines from this episode.
Creed (after talking about getting a second chair): Only one to go.
Michael (in sympathy to Kevin's fiance dumping him): You don't deserve her.
Michael (trying to drum up a date from Oscar): Hello Oscar Meyer weiner-lover.
Michael: What part of shorn't don't you understand, Kevin?
Stanley (on Michael's "love cards"): There's nobody I hate enough to write her name on this card.
Michael: I'm a man of intensity. Of...of...cool. And youth. And...and...passionately.
Andy: Did I do this for me? No. I did this for the little guy. The Joe sixpack. The guy who wakes up every morning in his $400 a month apartment and wonders how he's going to pay his mortgage that month, wonders how he's going to fill his car up with oil, wonders how am I gonna pay my kids orphanage bills? That guy shouldn't have to wonder where he's gonna park.
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