Michael: Wait! Am I going on go? Or am I going on three?ĭwight: No! It’s okay. Count… no, no, count one, two, three, not three, two, one.
If you’re going to ask other people to do it, you should do it yourself. Remember? I burned my foot on a George Foreman grill. Stanley: Do you expect me to believe that you’re truly making your recommendations on this basis? But you know what? I don’t know who to recommend because frankly nobody is stepping up.Īndy: I am so hungry! I didn’t want to cast a pall over our fun beach day. And they’re only interviewing a handful of people and I’m the most qualified and I’ll probably get it. Ok? I’m interviewing for a job at corporate. Michael: The winner of today gets my job. Kelly: Can we just take those first two things? Michael: The winner gets a regional manager’s salary for a year, and a Sebring, and the feeling that they are making a difference in the world. Jim: You can’t say, or you can’t pronounce it? Michael: Come on, the winner gets a big, big prize. Dip it in the water so it’ll slide down your gullet more easily. Come on! Pleeeeease… Let’s just… OK, it’s very important that you all try to eat as many hot dogs as you can. So shoot for the stars, OK? Alright, the team that eats the most hot dogs in ten minutes will be declared the winner. Wow! And you know what? I personally have cooked up enough so each and every one of you could break that record.
For those of you who are curious, the world record is 54 and one half hot dogs. Kelly: I just don’t want to get hit by it…Īndy: What’re you doing? No! See, now we’re disqualified. That person carrying the egg will go down, circle a torch, come back, deposit their egg in the pail. Michael: Shh… The person carrying the egg will be blindfolded. Stanley: There’s already a twist, you’re carrying an egg on a spoon.
Michael: It is time for the great spoon and egg race.
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