Dwight and Jim in “The Job”

Jim, Jim, Jim. Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim.

Oh, hey, Dwight.

I'm 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.

Does my room have cable?

No. And the sheets are made of fire!

Can I change rooms?

Sorry, we're all booked up. Hell convention in town.

Can I have a late check-out?

I'll have to talk to the manager.

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

I'm the owner. The co-owner. With Satan.

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.

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

Go.

$80,000 a year.