Dwight K. Schrute: "From the desk of Andrew Bernard." A note. Pathetic. "Dear Dwight, by now you have received my note. How are you? I am well. You are no doubt wondering why I have left this note. It's come to my attention that in any physical match with you, I would surely be bested." True. "The soft underbelly of my refined upbringing is my soft underbelly."
Kelly: There's Andy. He's in his car. You guys, what is he doing?
Phyllis: Why isn't Dwight turning around?
Oscar: The Prius is silent if he keeps it under five miles per hour. He deserves the win.
Dwight K. Schrute: "At last, after much consideration"-
Pam: Oh, my God!
Stanley: What's happening?
Phyllis: Andy's running over Dwight with his car.