>>Pam: Well, Brennan,
you certainly have had a lot of jobs.
>>Brennan: I'm a bit of a spark plug,
and, uh, Human Resources Lady, I think. . .
>>Pam: It's actually . . . it’s Pam.
>>Brennan: I'm sorry.
Well, Pan . . .
>>Pam: No, my name is PAM.
>>Brennan: Are you saying Pan? Or Pam?
>>Pam: I’m saying Pam.
Yeah, I'm sorry. Who is this gentleman
sitting behind you?
>>Dale: Hello, Ms. Lady! I'm Dale.
I'm Brennan’s stepbrother,
and I think I might be able to help
with the Pan-Pam dilemma.
>>Brennan: Yeah, that'd be great.
>>Pam: Pam!
>>Dale: Pamn.
>>Pam: Pam!
>>Brennan: Pand.
>>Pam: With an M.
>>Brennan: There’s a D on the end.
>>Pam: There’s no D. It's Pam.
>>Dale: It's like “comb”
>>Pam: Here. It's P. . .
>>Dale: P-A-N-M.
[Everyone saying a different letter]
>>Brennan: Two m’s.
>>Pam: M.
>>Brennan: That was the confusion.
>>Pam: No, there’s just one M.
>>Dale: What do you say we interview you?
>>Man: Uh . . . Alright. Yes.
That's . . . uh . . . sometimes useful exercise.
Please put your hand down.
Go ahead.
>>Brennan: How much money do you make a year
before taxes?
>>Man: Okay.
I'm actually not comfortable answering that.
>>Dale: Come on! [angrily]
>>Brennan: We're doing the interview now, not you.
>>Dale: Okay, here's the shot out of the cannon--
Oprah . . . Barbara Walters . . . your wife--
you got to fuck one, marry one, kill one . . .
Go!
>>Man: I think we're done here. Thank you.
>>Pam: Okay, first of all, I needed someone to . . .
>>Brennan: Will you shut your mouth. Shut your mouth.
>>Pam: Okay. I think we’ve had enough here.
>>Dale: Shut up for one second.
>>Brennan: Shu . . . Shu . . . Shut your mouth.
>>Pam: I needed someone to . . .
>>Brennan: Will you shut your mouth.
Shut your . . . Shut your mouth.
>>Pam: I’m sorry. What did you just say?
>>Brennan: You’re just coming off stupid.
>>Pam: I’m coming off as stupid.
You’re wearing tuxedos to a job
that requires you to clean bathrooms.
Please leave this office.
We’re done with this interview.
>>Brennan: Do we get any sort of souvenir?.
>>Pam: [Shouts] Get out of my office!.
>>Man: I’m just looking to hire guys
that I don’t mind hanging out with
for like 12 hours a day.
You guys seem like cool guys. . . .
you got hair similar to mine,
you wear tuxedos to the interview.
That’s funny. It’s ironic. I get that.
You’re kinda underplaying the whole formality of it.
I think that’s funny as hell.
So let’s do this.
You know, you guys are hired.
You’re it! You know . . .
unless you’re like the weirdest guys ever,
and I don’t see it.
>>Brennan: Great.
[Long farting noise coming from Dale]
[Short fart]
Was that a fart?
>>Dale: I dunno.
>>Man: I can taste it . . .
on my tongue.
>>Dale: Okay, I'll be honest with you. I did fart.
>>Man: Is that onion? Onion and . . . ?
Onion and ketchup.
It stinks.
>>Dale: This is a small room.
>>Brennan: Shit.
>>Man: Okay, now the tuxedos seem kind of fucked up.