Dwight K. Schrute: Oscar, can you print out last year's sale statements?
Kevin: Hey, Dwight, gimme a back massage.
Dwight K. Schrute: No, Kevin, come on.
Kevin: My back is sore, Dwight. Massage it.
Dwight K. Schrute: Kevin, not now.
Kevin: Hey, Jo!
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay, okay. Shh! [Dwight begins rubbing his shoulders]
Kevin: No, under the jacket.
Dwight K. Schrute: You're kidding me. [reaches under Kevin's jacket] Oh God, what am I touching? It's moist.
Kevin: I don't feel anything.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, it's so wet.
Kevin: Push harder, Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: I can't. I can't push harder!
Kevin: Go a little higher. There you go. Nope, higher. Higher.
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay, how's that?
Kevin: Knead it. Knead it like a pizza.
Dwight K. Schrute: I'm kneading it!
Kevin: But don't eat it.