Dwight K. Schrute: [sighs] Man, how long have we been sitting here?
Stripper: Hi, boys!
Clark: Here we go!
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, Thank God. We are famished!
Stripper: Hey, did somebody order the chef special?
Darryl: Right there.
Dwight K. Schrute: No, we haven't ordered anything. No one's even taken our drinks. Uh, what is the chef special?
Stripper: I bet you boys have a big appetite.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, we do. So we'll have an onion loaf for the table, please. And tell us about your heartiest soups.
Stripper: Mm, I know what you want. I know exactly what you want.
Dwight K. Schrute: Yes, an onion loaf for the table but that's not all. Now the chef special sounded good. What is it exactly?
Stripper: Oh, shh. [places finger over Dwight's lips]
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay, what are you doing? Are you giving me a taste of the chef's special? Tastes like cigarettes. That won't work. That's no good.