Michael Scott: Okay, you know what? I am all over this. Here we go.
Dwight K. Schrute: [answering cell phone] Dwight Schrute.
Michael Scott: Hello, Dwight. Pam left her iPod at her house. I want you to swing by, pick it up, and bring it to the hospital. We need it yesterday.
Dwight K. Schrute: Then why didn't you ask me to do it yesterday? I kept IM'ing you how bored I was.
Michael Scott: Okay.
Pam: Dwight! Go to my house. Get my iPod. I think it's on the kitchen table. Do not touch anything else. The key is under...
Dwight K. Schrute: I don't need a key.
Pam: Okay, Dwight, but if you do need a key, just listen it's under the...
Dwight K. Schrute: No, no, don't, don't tell me. Alalalalalalalalalala lalalalalala alalalalalalalala.
Pam: Dwight just listen! It's underneath... [Dwight hangs up as the policeman hands him a ticket]