Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

he's been in my office, gently weeping into a sofa cushion.
A hundred if you guys wind up doing it.
Just you, me,
so I can get back to my duties as office slut.
You guys remember that secret workplace analysis I had commissioned?
Yeah, I gotta get some paper towels. All right.
- I was-- I was just looking for you. - Oh. Really?
How could you possibly know how productive we were every minute?
Well, this is all that boiled down into one easy-to-read graph.
Mr. James wants to see you guys in the break room right away.
Uh, this is very thoughtful, Mr. James, and we were discussing your proposal--
I have seen a sharp increase in productivity...
What am I supposed to do with this? Just put it on.
[ Alarm Stops ]
No.
What I really meant to say was,
- Yeah? - The battery is dead.
You and Lisa didn't have... coffee?
Well, dude, you know, you drive a flashy car like that...
Well, I know I didn't. Oh, insinuating that I did?
In the future,
No, for God's sakes. I'm not insinuating anything.
Uh, I don't know. I guess it was around 2:30.
- so you two can consummate this thing. - Uh-uh. Excuse me?
And I just wanted to thank you guys...
Well, you know, I try to, you know-- for the sake of others.