Dwight Schrute: Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check-in time in now, check-out time is never. Jim Halpert: Does my room have cable? Dwight Schrute: No. And the sheets are made of fire. Jim Halpert: Can I change rooms? Dwight Schrute: Sorry we’re all booked up. Hell convention in town. Jim Halpert: Can I have a late check-out? Dwight Schrute: I’ll have to talk to the manager. Jim Halpert: You’re not the manager, even in your own fantasy? Dwight Schrute: I’m the owner.. the co-owner. With Satan! Jim Halpert: 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 Schrute: But I haven’t told you my salary yet. Jim Halpert: Go. Dwight Schrute: Eighty thousand dollars.
Jim Halpert: To tell you the truth, I used to have a big thing for pam. So.. Michael Scott: Really. You’re kidding me. You and Pam? Wow. I would have never put you two together.. did you really.. you really hid it well. God. I usually have a radar for stuff like that. You know I made out with Jan. Jim Halpert: Yeah. I know. Michael Scott: Yeah. Yeah. Well, Pam is cute. Jim Halpert:Yeah… she’s really funny. She’s warm… and she’s just… yeah. Michael Scott: Well, if you like her so much, don’t give up. Jim Halpert: She’s engaged. Michael Scott: Pift. BFD. Engaged aint married. Jim Halpert: Huh. Michael Scott: Never, ever, ever give up.