Dwight K. Schrute: [jumps out from behind the vending machine] I need you.
Angela: Ah! Dwight!
Dwight K. Schrute: And you should take breaks more often, I've been waiting there for 45 minutes.
Angela: What? What is it?
Dwight K. Schrute: It's my aunt Shirley. She's on her last legs.
Angela: Dwight, that's awful.
Dwight K. Schrute: You have no idea. I mean her hair, clothes, it's all falling off in great big clumps. And we need someone to go out there and clean her up. We had a nurse, but she quit because she was "poisoned" by Aunt Shirley.
Angela: What do you mean by poisoned?
Dwight K. Schrute: Probably nothing. Or strychnine. Or lemonade and strychnine. Which is actually what it was.