The Fire





Jim:[on the phone] Hey, where are you? Oh good. Yeah. We're just here, we're playing Desert Island. It's when you pick your five favorite DVDs...
Michael:Seriously, where the hell is Dwight? Hey, call my cell phone. It'll make it easier for him to find.
Ryan:What's your number?
Michael:I gave it to you in the car.
Ryan:Um...
Michael:I saw you program it in.
Ryan:You got to... you got to give it to me again.
Michael:Okay. Alright.
Ryan:Now I have it.
Michael:Uh, I better tell somebody. [to fireman] Excuse me, sir...
Michael:Dwight!? Great goin'. God, Man! Why did you go in there? What... Everybody was scared out of their wits, man? Oooh.
Dwight:[coughing] Everyone, okay? Uh, I have an announcement. Apparently, in business school, they don't teach you how to operate a toaster oven. Because some smart, sexy temp left his cheese pita on oven instead of timing it for the toaster thing.
Michael:Wow. Okay. Well, I guess they don't teach how to operate a toaster oven in business school.
Dwight:That's exactly what I said.
Michael:Hey, did you miss that day there, Ryan?
Dwight:Were you absent?
Michael:Toaster Oven 101?
Dwight:You failed?
Ryan:I am so sorry.