(Deleted scene) Deangelo: We're a team. I need team players and I'm not sure if you'll be on my team. Jim: Team Dunder-Mifflin, here we go. Deangelo: Team is called The Crazy Snakes. We're The Matadors. Or The Lancers. Jim: So this is my life. Until I win the lottery. Or Pam finally writes that series of young adult books. Pam: So one afternoon, while walking home from school, quirky 10th grader Becky Walters finds a wounded Pegasus in the woods. And she becomes...The Horse Flyer. Deangelo: Let's go downstairs. Ok? Let's do it. Dwight: Pass. If I wanted to see a pissing contest, I'd lock Mose in the chicken coop. Deangelo: Damn it, Dwight! Enough! Get your ass downstairs or find a new place to sell paper! Erin: Deangelo? Deangelo: Tablab. Jim: Oh my god, are you al
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| - (Deleted scene) Deangelo: We're a team. I need team players and I'm not sure if you'll be on my team. Jim: Team Dunder-Mifflin, here we go. Deangelo: Team is called The Crazy Snakes. We're The Matadors. Or The Lancers. Jim: So this is my life. Until I win the lottery. Or Pam finally writes that series of young adult books. Pam: So one afternoon, while walking home from school, quirky 10th grader Becky Walters finds a wounded Pegasus in the woods. And she becomes...The Horse Flyer. Deangelo: Let's go downstairs. Ok? Let's do it. Dwight: Pass. If I wanted to see a pissing contest, I'd lock Mose in the chicken coop. Deangelo: Damn it, Dwight! Enough! Get your ass downstairs or find a new place to sell paper! Erin: Deangelo? Deangelo: Tablab. Jim: Oh my god, are you al
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| - (Deleted scene) Deangelo: We're a team. I need team players and I'm not sure if you'll be on my team. Jim: Team Dunder-Mifflin, here we go. Deangelo: Team is called The Crazy Snakes. We're The Matadors. Or The Lancers. Jim: So this is my life. Until I win the lottery. Or Pam finally writes that series of young adult books. Pam: So one afternoon, while walking home from school, quirky 10th grader Becky Walters finds a wounded Pegasus in the woods. And she becomes...The Horse Flyer. Deangelo: Let's go downstairs. Ok? Let's do it. Dwight: Pass. If I wanted to see a pissing contest, I'd lock Mose in the chicken coop. Deangelo: Damn it, Dwight! Enough! Get your ass downstairs or find a new place to sell paper! Erin: Deangelo? Deangelo: Tablab. Jim: Oh my god, are you alright? Meredith: My god. Jim: Erin... Ryan: Are you okay? Jim: Will you call 911, please? Erin: Who should I say is calling? Jim: Erin. Deangelo: Spera suri Ted walked to bar, Sergant Pounge elum. Pounge says to bartenner, "Pounge ger e tem?" Bart says "E forte pound. Eretime. Everyturner. Everybody Turner." Dra sweb. Gabe: Yes. Deangelo: Dra sweb.
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