The Injury
Jim:Do you think Dwight's bein' a little weird today?
Pam:No, he's actually been really nice and helpful.
Jim:And that isn't weird?
Pam:Wow...
Michael:Can I have everyone's attention please? Phyllis, Oscar, Ryan, who's supposed to be dead, can I ask you all a question? Do you all know what it's like to be disabled? Oscar?
Phyllis:Um, I had scoliosis as a girl.
Michael:No, never heard of it. No, a
Creed:When I was a teenager, I was in an iron lung.
Michael:Wuh, how, how old are you? Look, the point is, I am the only one here who has a legitimate disability, although I'm sure Stanley has had his fair share of obstacles.
Stanley:I'm not disabled and neither are you.
Michael:Ok, [lifts up cooked foot] what does this look like to you Stanley?!
Stanley:Mailboxes, Etc.
Michael:Shuuut it, ok, well, well you know what, disabilities are not things to be laughed at or laughed about. You people are jerks. Imagine if you had left Stevie Wonder on the floor of that bathroom instead of me.
Phyllis:Oh, we wouldn't. We love Stevie Wonder.
Michael:[sigh] I burned my foot!!! Ok, twenty minutes, conference room, everybody's in there!
Dwight:[looking up at Creed] Dad?