Dwight K. Schrute: Okay, now here's the plan. I'm gonna launch him. I need you to go to the bottom and catch him.
Clark: Catch?
Dwight K. Schrute: Yeah.
Clark: I can't catch him. He's like, 250 pounds.
Dwight K. Schrute: You use your hands and just blunt his descent, okay? He's gonna be moving slowly. It's only—
Clark: Blunt?
Dwight K. Schrute: It's 15 feet down, it's at a 45-degree angle. Get set in your haunches, it's like your catching a medicine—
Clark: Dude, this size of my haunches— [Stanley's body slides down the stairs and his head bangs into a wall]
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay. Good call. He would have put a hole in your chest same as he put a hole in that wall.
Clark: We should probably call a doctor or something, dude.
Dwight K. Schrute: [slides down the stairs and lands next to Stanley] You okay?