Jan: I'm so, so sorry for the temperature in here. The, um sliding glass door shattered. So... It's actually a really cute story. Do you wanna tell it, babe or should I tell it?
Michael Scott: I don't like that story, babe.
Jan: Come on! It's a cute story. Michael ran through the sliding glass door because he thought he heard the ice cream truck. [laughing]
Michael Scott: Stop. Stop it! I mean, I like ice cream, okay? Sue me. Oh, no, don't. I shouldn't say that jokingly because she will sue me. She loves to sue. She loves lawsuits. You know, honey, that door was extremely clean and it looked invisible.
Jan: You are so right. You are so right! Because before I lived here, the glass was always covered in smudges. And I moved in and I cleaned it, so I guess that makes me the devil.
Michael Scott: [laughing] You are! She is! She is the devil! I'm in hell! Argh! I'm burning. Help me.