Dwight K. Schrute: [on the phone] Yes, a complete inability to pass gas, pervert. Ugh, yeah, it's tender. It can't be appendicitis, I eat more than enough bacon. Okay, what poison mimics the symptoms of appendicitis? Oh, you don't know? Hold on. [to Jim] What kind of poison did you use?
Jim: Dwight, I didn't poison you. I was kidding.
Dwight K. Schrute: [back on the phone] Yeah, I'm gonna need an ambulance. Hold on, I have the address in my phone. [sees chart on screen] Hold on. Hold on one second. [to Nellie] Uh, quick question. Vice president, uh, who is that? There's no name listed.
Nellie: Is there not? Maybe I'm just waiting for someone to wow me. [winks]
Emergency Operator: Sir? Sir, where should we send the ambulance?
Dwight K. Schrute: Send it to the frickin' moon, idiot.