Pam: [on the phone] How's it going?
Jim: You know. We'll see. We'll see.
Pam: Well, I just drove 20 miles round trip back to the office to get Michael a single sheet of white paper. So, I could have just had them fax it to me, I guess.
Jim: Oh, I like you.
Pam: Talk to you later?
Jim: Yeah, all right. Bye.