Toby: Its really sad that your dog ran away. Why did it keep you from going to the park?
Michael Scott: I was afraid I would find him in the park, playing with another kid.
Toby: Why?
Michael Scott: I guess that's why I thought he ran away in the first place. To find a kid he liked better.
Toby: Dogs don't do that.
Michael Scott: Right. Why would a dog do that? That's silly.
Toby: I don't know.
Michael Scott: When I hear myself say it, it sounds ridiculous. But I've never said it out loud, so...
Toby: It's very important for you to be liked, isn't it?
Michael Scott: Well, lets not get too... This isn't a counseling session... Okay. You son of a gun. Son of a bitch. Wow! Okay. You.
Toby: I'm just trying to help you Michael.
Michael Scott: Bitch. God! You're very helpful aren't you? You try to help everybody. Do you want to play another game?
Toby: I just want to-
Michael Scott: You are good. But you know what? You can't help people. You couldn't help your marriage. You lose. I don't need your help. Nobody needs your help. Nobody wants it! You can't help anybody. I don't need your help! Am I going to make you cry?
Toby: [tossing forms at Michael] Just fill them out any way you want.
Michael Scott: Okay.
Toby: I'll have Erin fax them back to corporate.
Michael Scott: You'll do... Okay. Filled out. Good. Thank you doctor. Take two of these [raising his two middle fingers] and call me in the morning.