Michael Scott: [wailing] It hurts.
Pam: I know.
Michael Scott: It hurts my heart. It hurts my stomach. It hurts my arms.
Pam: Okay, well, why are you laying like that?
Michael Scott: Thanks. How did you push away the bad thoughts?
Pam: Like what?
Michael Scott: Like maybe, the real reason they left was because there were things they wanted you to do in bed that were-
Pam: What
Michael Scott: -foreign and scary?
Pam: I- I don't really-
Michael Scott: And not that you didn't want to try them. Some wine might have helped. Do you know what I'm referring to?
Pam: I don't need to know.