Pam: Dwight is about to get so Pammed.
Dwight K. Schrute: Hey, did you SMS text message me?
Pam: Yeah, I wanted to show you something in the lobby. Come on.
Dwight K. Schrute: [as elevator doors won't shut] Okay, that's weird. Just hitting "door closed." What?
Pam: There we go.
Dwight K. Schrute: Is this elevator going up? Hey, the elevator is disobeying us! [elevator stops between floors] Okay, okay. We are stuck. We are stuck. Hank, Hank! Can you hear us? Oh, my God. Okay. Emergency protocol.
Pam: Let's just- Let's just calm down.
Dwight K. Schrute: Pam, try and pry open those front doors, immediately.
Pam: I don't-
Dwight K. Schrute: Use your talons! Pry 'em open! [starts to urinate in elevator corner]
Pam: Okay, Dwi- Oh, my God!
Dwight K. Schrute: Well, don't look, freak!
Pam: Dwight, what are you doing!? We've only been in here for, like, two seconds!
Dwight K. Schrute: I've got 56 ounces of fluid in my bladder! And we have to establish a pee corner!
Pam: You've gotta be kidding me.