Take Your Daughter to Work Day
Jim:[shaking hands with Abby] Ow, ow, ow, ow, you broke my hand.
Dwight:There is no way that hurt.
Jim:Really? 'Cause she's pretty strong, Dwight.
Dwight:Little girl. Come over here. Shake my hand. Come on, I don't have all day. [Abby shakes his hand] I don't feel anything. Nothing. [to Jim] You're so weak. [Jake walks over and messes with Dwight's bobbleheads] Uh, excuse me, these are expensive collector's items, okay?
Jake:Do you have any computer games?
Dwight:No, I don't have computer games on my work computer. That would be innappropriate.
Jake:Yeah, Meredith doesn't have any either. It's so lame here.
Dwight:You call your mom Meredith? That's very disrespectful.
Jake:Whatever, okay?
Dwight:You can refer to me as Mister Schrute.
Jake:That's your name? Mister Poop?
Dwight:Schrute. Mister Schrute.
Jake:Sure, Mister Poop. [Jake walks away]
Dwight:[quietly] ... Schrute. [Jim and Abby snicker, Angela glares at Dwight]