Jim: [on walkie-talkie] Alright, Great Scott, if you found that choking hazard poster, just head on home.
Michael Scott: We found something far better, their crown jewel. Their industrial copier.
Jim: Isn't that thing huge?
Dwight K. Schrute: It's enormous, but it's got wheels. We're wheeling it down the hall, into the stairwell. Get the car ready, keep the engine running.
Jim: No, that is a terrible idea, don't do this.
[Screaming and a crashing sound is heard across the walkie-talkie]
Dwight K. Schrute: My hip bone!
Michael Scott: We're wedged between the copier and the railing. Ow, my leg! Jim, leave us. Save yourself!
Dwight K. Schrute: Don't leave us, help us, we need help Jim!
Jim: First of all, stop using my name. And second of all-Damn it guys!