Happy Hour





Isabel:[Isabel and Dwight playing whack-a-mole] You are amazing at this. How did you get so good?
Dwight:Whacking moles. Hit 'em on the head. Whack. Say it with me.
Isabel:Whack!
Dwight:Extend the fingers more.
Isabel:Whack!
Dwight:Good.
Angela:This looks like a hoot.
Dwight:Hey, monkey, how you doing?
Angela:Whack.
Dwight:Listen, can I talk to you for a second?
Angela:Okay.
Dwight:Look, I've been thinking. We had a good run. We really did. But you don't need to worry about this whole contract thing anymore.
Angela:It's no worry.
Dwight:It's just that we both-we want different things. You know, I want a big family.
Angela:I could see enjoying that.
Dwight:No, no, no, no. I want a big family. Tall. Thick. A big, physically big family. Listen, you go have fun. You're off the hook.
Angela:But we signed the contract.
Dwight:Dissolved. Don't worry, you're free. Okay? Okay. See you later.
Angela:We both-you didn't dup-