Michael Scott: Dwight. Dwight, Dwight. I need to stay in your room.
Dwight K. Schrute: No way. What if I meet someone?
Michael Scott: I'm staying in your- Come on, Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: No, no.
Michael Scott: I would do the same for you.
Dwight K. Schrute: You would?
Michael Scott: Yes.
Dwight K. Schrute: Really?
Michael Scott: Yes... just go--
Dwight K. Schrute: Wait a second. Oh. No, no, no. This must be some kind of mistake. This reservation seems to be under an M. Scott. This must be yours.
Michael Scott: Oh. Thank God.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh no. Now that I don't have a room, can I stay with you?
Michael Scott: Um... no. And you know what? I would say yes, but you can't. And I'll tell you why.
Dwight K. Schrute: Please?
Michael Scott: If I have a woman up there and things are getting amorous, she's going to get turned off if she looks in he bathroom and sees you brushing your teeth with butter and clay.
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay. Okay. A-ha-ha! [rips reservation out of Michael's hand] That was a test and you have failed. For this is my room. You would not share with me.
Michael Scott: I don't have a room?
Dwight K. Schrute: No, you do not.
Michael Scott: Okay. Ooh, you must pass the dungeon wisdom test.'
Dwight K. Schrute: It worked.