Pam: Hey, Meredith, I need to tell you something.
Meredith: [shaving her head] Yes, Pam what do you want?
Pam: Oh my God! Meredith, what are you doing!?
Meredith: Baking a cake. What does it look like I'm doing? Getting rid of the lice.
Pam: Oh, stop! I am so sorry!
Meredith: Oh, can you hold that thought? That's my wax. You know, I think these critters migrated from down south. What were you saying?