Ironically, transcribed at an office.

My fandom of The Office is well established. And, since I want to take a break from entering data, here is the funniest bit The Office has ever done (Skip ahead to 3:05, unless you're a fan of low-quality editing).



Dwight: Jim Jim Jim. Jim Jim Jim Jim Jim Jim Jim.

Jim: Oh. Hey, Dwight.

Dwight: I am going to be your new boss. It's my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the Hotel Hell! Check in time is now, check out time is NEVER!

Jim: Does my room have cable?

Dwight: No. And the sheets are made of FIRE!

Jim: Can I change rooms?

Dwight: Sorry, we're all booked up. Hell Convention in town!

Jim: Can I have a late check out?

Dwight: I'll have to talk to the manager.

Jim: You're not the manager? Even in your own fantasy?

Dwight: I'm the owner. The co-owner. With Satan!

Jim: Okay. Just so I understand it, in your wildest fantasy you are in Hell. And you are co-running a bed-and-breakfast with the devil.

Dwight: Yeah, but I haven't told you my salary yet.

Jim: Go.

Dwight: Eighty thousand dollars a year!

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I love the off-kilter, yet seemingly normal questions Jim asks (I would want to change rooms too), coupled with Dwight's unflagging commitment to his fantasy. It's brilliant.