| Dwight: | Jim, Jim, Jim. Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim.
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| Jim: | Oh hey, Dwight.
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| Dwight: | I am gonna 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.
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| Jim: | Does my room have cable?
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| Dwight: | No. And the sheets are made of fire.
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| Jim: | Can I change rooms?
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| Dwight: | Sorry, we’re all booked up. Hell convention in town.
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| Jim: | Can I have a late checkout?
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| Dwight: | I’ll have to talk to the manager.
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| Jim: | You’re not the manager even in your own fantasy?
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| Dwight: | I’m the owner. The co-owner. With Satan!
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| Jim: | 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?
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| Dwight: | Yeah, but I haven’t told you my salary yet.
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| Jim: | Go.
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| Dwight: | Eighty thousand dollars a year. |
