[As Dwight picks up a pencil between his toes]
Jim: Why?
Dwight K. Schrute: Twenty minutes a day Jim, that's all it takes. Twenty minutes a day, all feet, no hands and I'll have the pedi-dexterity of a chimp, and you'll be sitting there like an idiot. [attempts to place pencil in pencil sharpener] Okay. Here we go. Ah, yes. [knocks items over onto Pam's desk]
Pam: Do you mind?
Dwight K. Schrute: I'm sorry, Pam, allow me to write you an apology letter.
Pam: You don't have to do that.
Dwight K. Schrute: [typing with his toes] D-E-A. Oops, backspace. A. Dear.
Jim: [places a cup of coffee on Dwight's desk] Ah, thank you hands. Nothing else in the universe can do what you do.
Dwight K. Schrute: [lifts cup up with toes]
Jim: Oh, don't worry about it. Dwight, its okay. You were wrong.
Dwight K. Schrute: [spills hot coffee all over himself] Uh, argh!
Jim: Well, A for effort right?
Dwight K. Schrute: [gives Jim a high five with his foot]