Michael Scott: Hey, Ryan, can I get you a pencil from the warehouse?
Ryan: Oh, no, thanks. I'm good.
Michael Scott: Well, it's okay. I'm going down.
Ryan: Yeah. Absolutely.
Michael Scott: All right, I'll be right back.
[Michael pretends to descend the stairs behind a bunch of boxes he stacked in the office]
Ryan: Awesome. Thank you.
Michael Scott: You're welcome.
Dwight K. Schrute: Michael, could you get me a pen from down in the warehouse?
Michael Scott: Don't mind if I do. See you in a minute.
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay!
[Michael does it again, taking a pencil from Stanley's pot]
Michael Scott: There you go, fresh from the warehouse.
Pam: Hey, Michael, would you get me some coffee from the warehouse?
Michael Scott: There's coffee in the kitchen, Pam.
Pam: But the warehouse coffee tastes so much better.
Ryan: Yeah. It's better.
Michael Scott: All right, okay.
[After Michael once again "descends" the stairs, he crawls along the floor to the kitchen]
Michael Scott: [to camera] I am like Bette Midler in For The Boys. Gotta keep the troops entertained.
[An exhausted Michael rises]
Pam: With cream and sugar?
Michael Scott: All right.