Dwight K. Schrute: What's- What's this?
Jim: Looks like a red wire.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh. That wasn't here before.
Jim: It's a computer, Dwight. I mean, computers have wires.
Dwight K. Schrute: Yours doesn't.
Jim: Doesn't it?
Dwight K. Schrute: No. It's going in a different direction than the other wires.
Jim: I'm really busy. I can't talk about this anymore.
[Dwight follows the red cable]
Phyllis: Dwight, get out of here.
Dwight K. Schrute: Just shut up, Phyllis.
Stanley: What are you doing?
[aside to camera:]
Jim: I got 500 feet of red wire at a flea market up by Dunmore High School. Twenty bucks for the whole spool. Crazy. What a deal. Oh. [looking out the window and seeing Dwight climb a telephone pole] He'll be fine. I made it up there.