Dwight K. Schrute: Jim, Jim, Jim. Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim.
Jim: Oh, hey, Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: I am going to be your new boss. It is my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now. Checkout time is never.
Jim: Does my room have cable?
Dwight K. Schrute: No. And the sheets are made of fire.
Jim: Can I change rooms?
Dwight K. Schrute: Sorry, we're all booked up. Hell convention in town.
Jim: Can I have a late checkout?
Dwight K. Schrute: I'll have to talk to the manager.
Jim: You're not the manager? Even in your own fantasy?
Dwight K. Schrute: I'm the owner. The co-owner. With Satan.
Jim: 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 K. Schrute: Yeah, but I haven't told you my salary yet.
Jim: Go.
Dwight K. Schrute: $80,000 a year.