(S05E08) Being a fan of The Office is kind of like dating Scarlett Johansson (which I can comment on because I have the WOPR running continuous simulations of me and Scarlett Johansson dating; incidentally, every scenario seems to end in global thermonuclear war). You get spoiled. Whenever she comes to bed wearing something insanely sexy, you think, "Well, of course she's wearing Princess Leia's gold bikini, she's Scarlett Johansson!"

The one time she shows up in sweatpants and one of your t-shirts, however, you don't know what to do. She's entitled to be comfortable, and, after all, lots of girls wear sweatpants to bed, but it doesn't seem right. Scarlett Johansson doesn't wear sweatpants.

Tonight's episode felt like sweatpants. It was ordinary. It was a sitcom episode. And, worse than that, it was an unlikeable episode.