The Injury
Michael:Pam, could you come get me?!
Pam:Uh, I have to stay here and answer the phone.
Michael:Ok, could someone come and get me please, Ryan?
Phyllis:Michael, you should stay home and rest.
Michael:There's no toilet paper here. Could Ryan... tell Ryan to bring toilet paper. Could you tell 'em that?
Kevin:Can you hop?
Michael:I tried hopping, Kevin, and I bumped my elbow against the wall and now my elbow has a protruberance.
Michael:[panicked] No one wants to pick me up!?
Dwight:[silence, Dwight enters the office] What is going on? What is going on?
Pam:Michael, is, um, sick and he wants one of us to rescue him.
Michael:I'm not sick! I'm burned!
Dwight:I'm coming Michael!
Jim:Oh...
Dwight:I'm gonna save you!
Michael:Don't... is that Dwight? I do not want Dwight.
Dwight:Hold on Michael! I am coming! Wait there!
Michael:I don't want Dwight!
Pam:Michael, why don't you call your girlfriend?
Michael:I don't have a girlfriend.
Jim:But you said that you went out with her this weekend.
Michael:It was all made up. Just someone come, ok? Anyone. Anyone but Dwight.
Jim:[sounds of a car crash] What was that...
Pam:What was that?! [everyone runs to Michael's office window]
Jim:Oh!
Pam:Ohhhhhh!
Jim:He hit the pole!
Jim:It's broken right, he can't...
Pam:Oh my gosh.
Jim:Oh Dwight, Dwight, [Dwight pukes on his back windshield] Ohhhhhh!
Jim and Pam:Oh my God!
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