[Michael bumps into David Brent coming out of an elevator]
Oh, sorry, mate.
[in a poor British accent] "Oh, sorry, mate. Excuse me, mate."
[laughing] What are you doing?
English.
You're picking on the wrong person, I can tell you that much.
No, no, I'm not picking on you at all! You're English, correct?
Yeah, big time, yeah. Who are you?
I'm working on an English character. It's called Reginald Pooftah.
Oh! David Brent, my liege. How are you?
[they shake hands]
Michael Scott.
Oh, righty-o. I do characters as well. I got a Chinese fella. Not politically correct, but he's called Ho Lee [bleep]. That's what it sounds like.
I do Ping!
"Herro! Herro!"
"Herro, I'm Ping!"
You can't do that these days.
No, no, no, and people don't understand that it has nothing to do with making fun of a different nationality.
No, no, comedy is a place where the mind goes to tickle itself. That's what she said! Hahahahaha!!!
[Michael hugs David]
That's good! A pleasure to meet you!
Where are you working?
Dunder Mifflin.
Any jobs going?
No, not right now.
Just let me know.
Alright. See you around.
OK, man.
Bye-bye. [David walks off] What a nice guy.
