TEXT: Pam: We could get Deangelo flowers. Dwight: No, you can't get flowers for someone who's in a coma. They'll wilt before he wakes up. Phyllis: That's true. Jim: All in favor of the baskets full of chocolates, teddy bears, and balloons? [all but Dwight raise their hands] Dwight: Wait, wait. All in favor of the knapsack filled with canned goods, chainsaw, gasoline, and emergency radio in case he wakes up post-apocalypse? [Dwight raises his hand] Jim: Nope. Baskets have it. [SCENE_BREAK] Jim: So as it turns out, unless you're a young child or a prison inmate, you don't need anyone supervising you. People just come in and do their work on their schedule. Imagine that - people like us allowed to sell paper. Unsupervised. [Darryl, Phyllis, Stanley, and Oscar are working while Andy and Ryan play on a foosball table] And yet, somehow it works. It must be because the stakes are so high. [SCENE_BREAK] Jim: [on phone] Well, I really appreciate the offer, but I'm just happy the way things are. Okay. Thank you. [to Pam] That was Jo, asking me if I wanted to take over as acting manager while they find a replacement. I told her... I don't want to mess this up, right? There's a consensus, people are happy. Dwight: [on phone] Dwight Schrute. Yes, I would. Thank you. [hangs up] Jordan, gather my things from my desk. [Dwight walks to the manager's office, rubs the door frame, sits at the desk reverently] Jim: Wait... Pam: What have you done? Dwight [on phone]: Mose... you'll never guess where I am right now. Mose [on phone]: Aaaaahhhhh! [SCENE_BREAK] Pam: Can't stay there all day. Jim: I
SUMMARY:
Dwight becomes the interim regional manager, instituting a typically heavy-handed management style. Meanwhile, Gabe tries to win back Erin.