Okay. Just so I understand it: in your wildest fantasy, you are in Hell, and you are co-running a bed-and-breakfast with the Devil.
Because The Office is just priceless. An excerpt taken from “The Job (2007)”:
Dwight Schrute: I’m going to be your new boss!
Dwight Schrute: It is my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now, check-out time is never.
Jim Halpert: Does my room have cable?
Dwight Schrute: No. And the sheets are made of fire.
Jim Halpert: Can I change rooms?
Dwight Schrute: Sorry, we’re all booked up. Hell convention in town.
Jim Halpert: Can I have a late checkout?
Dwight Schrute: I’ll have to talk to the manager.
Jim Halpert: You’re not the manager? Even in your own fantasy?
Dwight Schrute: I’m the owner. The co-owner. With Satan!
Jim Halpert: Okay. Just so I understand it: in your wildest fantasy, you are in Hell, and you are co-running a bed-and-breakfast with the Devil.
Dwight Schrute: Yeah, but I haven’t told you my salary yet.
Jim Halpert: Go.
Dwight Schrute: Eighty *thousand* dollars a year.