Oscar: [as Dwight prepares to toss dirt in his face] Oh, thank god.
Dwight K. Schrute: Excuse me?
Oscar: I'm so sorry, Dwight. And if you want me to be there, of course I will go. I just... have a personal training session...
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay. That's not... [tosses red dirt in Oscar's face]
[aside to camera:]
Oscar: I get red dirt. Nobody is getting red dirt. I should've kept my mouth shut. We're not even that close. I've only known Dwight... 12 years. 12 years? Time is a son of a bitch!