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