Angela: Hey.
Dwight K. Schrute: Hey, monkey.
Angela: Any problems?
Dwight K. Schrute: Well, you left the TV on. And your cat is dead.
Angela: What?!
Dwight K. Schrute: Sparkles, the white one, is dead.
Angela: Sprinkles.
Dwight K. Schrute: That was the sick one, right?
Angela: Uh-huh. [sobbing] But I thought she had more time.
Dwight K. Schrute: No.
Angela: Did she look- When you saw her, how was she looking?
Dwight K. Schrute: Really dead. Like a, just a dead cat. So... Hey, come on. Don't be sad. Just- Okay? Just- She's in a better place.
Angela: All right.
Dwight K. Schrute: Actually, the place she's in is the freezer. Because of the odor.