The Carpet
Michael:I am Pam. Spicoli guy. Oh, God. Names, numbers. Okay. [walking into office] Whoa! God! Yuck, yuck. Yuck. Yuck!
Pam:What?
Michael:Wow! What happened in there?
Pam:I don't know.
Michael:There is stink in there, my God! What is... what is that?
Pam:[looking at pile on Michel's carpet] Oh... I don't know.
Michael:Is it a bird?
Pam:No, I don't think it's a bird.
Michael:Oh, God! How could that happen? How could... right in the middle of the carpet.
Kevin:What's goin' on?
Michael:Um, somebody vomited right in the middle of the carpet in my office.
Kevin:[taking a look] I don't think that's vomit.
Michael:Check it out.
Kevin:Me?
Michael:Check it out. Don't be a wuss, just get... no, I'm not holding your coffee.
Kevin:Oh, that's ridiculous.
Michael:What is it?
Kevin:Michael. [tapping on door]
Michael:What is it? No, just tell me what it is.
Kevin:[pounding on door] Michael, I ... I ... I gotta get outta here. I can't hold my breath that long.
Pam:Open the door up!