Dwight K. Schrute: [finds shoe box] Ooh.
Jim: [reads] "Nellie, don't open, stupid. Love, Nellie."
Dwight K. Schrute: I have to see these shoes.
Jim: I doubt that they're sh-
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh!
Jim: Whoa. Who is this guy?
Dwight K. Schrute: Here's the two of them taking a hike. I'm guessing he's some kind of friend.
Jim: Boyfriend.
Dwight K. Schrute: Here's the two of them kissing at a beach and kissing at the Eiffel Tower. I'm guessing he's some kind of close romantic friend.
Jim: Like a boyfriend?
Dwight K. Schrute: You read my mind.
Jim: Yeah. Whoa. Here's one with his face whited out.
Dwight K. Schrute: Hmm. Maybe someone threw a pie in his face. New theory- he's a hated Italian politician.
Jim: Better theory. This is her ex-boyfriend and they went through some kind of painful breakup.
Nellie: [walks in] Oh.
Jim: Oh, Nellie. I'm so sorry. We were just...
Nellie: I see you've discovered Benjamin. That's what I call my box full of photos of Henry.