Health Care
Dwight:The problem, Jim, is that people who are really suffering from a medical condition won't receive the care they need, because someone in this office is coming up with all this ridiculous stuff. [reads off of paper] 'Count Choculitis'
Jim:Sounds tough.
Dwight:Why did you write that down Jim? Is it because you know I love Count Chocula?
Jim:Do you?
Dwight:I think you need to confess...
Jim:Mmm hmm.
Dwight:...the fact...
Jim:Yep.
Dwight:What are you doing? Those are my keys.
Jim:Good luck. [closes door and locks it]
Dwight:Jim! Damnit! No! Jim! Let me out! Jim! Let... [Without looking, Jim throws his keys to his left, they land on a shelf next to Stanley]
Stanley:[looks at keys, continues talking on phone] ...the light green or green...