Dwight K. Schrute: Great. And while we're enjoying these delicious empanadas, Jim, why don't you tell us your story again?
Andy: Why? Everybody's heard it.
Dwight K. Schrute: Walk us through it. What time would you get there every morning?
Andy: Hey, Murder She Wrote. How about we drop the whole 'Murder, She Wrote' thing, okay? Jim was at the courthouse for jury duty every morning. How do I know? Because I drove him there.