Dwight K. Schrute: Yeah, maybe I'll never be manager, but I just managed to get our most stubborn salesman to close a sale with one of our biggest clients, and I must say, it's the most pleasant I've ever seen Stanley. I think we should consider injecting him with bull tranquilizer on a daily basis.

Stanley: So I just smiled and complimented her grand kids, and we closed it?
Dwight K. Schrute: You earned yourself a nice, fat commission and you didn't even know it. I'll go tell Andy the good news. Oh. [chuckles] Silly me. Gotta take the stairs.
Stanley: Oh, no, I'm not doing that again. You got me down, you gotta get me back up.
Dwight K. Schrute: Well- No, no, n-
Stanley: [stabs his own leg with a tranquilizer dart and falls to the ground]
Dwight K. Schrute: We need a winch and a hoist.

Dwight K. Schrute: For five years I've held my instincts in check because I wanted to be made manager. Maybe it's time for me to just let that thought go. It's kind of painful, but it's also freeing in a way. Now it's all about my instincts.