INT. THE BREAKROOM.

Pam sits at one of the tables in the otherwise empty room reading a sheet of paper. Jim enters.

JIM
There you are.

PAM
Hey. How did it go?

JIM
Better than I thought it would. It started out
being a Poor Richards commission, then
became a La Trattoria commission. You
name it, I sold it.

PAM
(somewhat distracted)
Score.

JIM
Yeah. (beat) What's that?

Pam hands Jim the paper. He reads it and groans.

JIM
They're changing health plans AGAIN?

PAM
Yep.

Jim sits heavily next to Pam.

JIM
Still recovering from the last time.

PAM
Tell me about it. Now I have to see if
my doctor is in this plan.

JIM
How much more is this going to...
(scans the paper then stares at it)
Yikes. You've GOT to be kidding.

PAM
Exactly. Look at the family coverage
cost. Stanley almost killed somebody.

JIM
Holy... wow. That's...  substantial. See,
that's the good thing about us both
working here. When we get married we...

JIm stops abruptly and stares at the paper, wide-eyed. Pam looks at the camera and then Jim. She has a really sweet look on her face as she watches him.

JIM
Uh... um... we would have... our own,
um.... coverage.. You know. IF you
wanted to... we don't have to. We
could, um... you know... not do... that...
 I mean, coverage-wise.
(shakes head then looks at Pam)
Whatever you... (beat) Wow. You're...
you're just gonna watch me drown
here, aren't you?

Both laugh and Pam takes Jim's head in her hands and kisses him quickly. She looks into his eyes.

PAM
WHEN that time comes....  we'll
figure out the whole coverage thing.
Although I doubt I'll care too much
about health care plans at that point.
(beat)Ok?

JIM
(softly)
Ok.

Pam smiles and takes the sheet back from JIm. He smiles at the camera and then looks back at Pam.

JIM
Boy... You enjoyed watching me
struggle entirely TOO much, Beesly.

Both laugh.