Michael Scott: Can you imagine how much blood there was? If it happened right here, it would reach all the way to reception. Probably get on Pam.
Phyllis: Okay, that's enough.
Michael Scott: What?
Stanley: We do not want to hear about this.
Michael Scott: Well, you know what? I didn't want to hear about it either, Stanley, but I did and now I can't stop picturing it. He leaves work, he's on his way home. Wham! His cappa is detated from his head.
Stanley: You have just spit on my face.
Michael Scott: Well, you know what, there's something wrong with you. There is something wrong with everybody in here because we have lost a member of our family and you don't want to talk about it. You don't want to think about it, you just want to get back to work.