Mitchell: What's what's wrong with her? Should I get the hex poppet?
Pam: I'm just cry-talking. I threw my neck out changing Cal. Now whenever I move, all of me comes with it.
Cameron: Oh, gosh. Oh, you know what? Why don't you let us take baby Cal, and you go get yourself a rubdown.
Pam: You're an angel. Shouldn't be but a few hours.
Mitchell: [whispers] Hey, are you an even bigger rube than I thought? There's nothing wrong with her neck. [normal voice] Oh my God, the baby!
Pam: What?! [neck cracks] No! [pained whimpering]
Mitchell: He- He winked at me.