The Fight
Meme It!Sensei Ira:Ok, gentlemen, listen up. After a clean strike to the chest, stomach, or kidneys, I will separate you and award a point. The first person to three wins. Alright?
Dwight:Yes, Sensei!
Michael:Alotta rules. Alotta rules. On the street we didn't have any rules. Maybe one - no kicks to the groin, home for dinner.
Sensei Ira:Shi mate!
Dwight:Hiii! [kicks Michael]
Michael:Hey!
Sensei Ira:Alright, break.
Michael:What the hell was that?
Dwight:Yes!
Sensei Ira:Dwight - awarded a point.
Michael:No.
Dwight:Eat it!
Michael:Alright, that's the way you want it.
Dwight:Two more.
Michael:Play dirty, huh? Ok, game on, man.
Kevin:Sweep the leg.
Michael:I'm comin' atcha man. Ok, purple belt, ok. I got him.
Dwight:No.
Michael:I got his pants.
Dwight:It was my pants.
Sensei Ira:No points for pants.
Michael:Dwight, you have... No, you have something... God, you look like such an idiot! [Lots of yelling and flailing of arms by Michael and Dwight]
Sensei Ira:Clean single kick, gentlemen.
Michael:Go on, I dare you to kick there again. Kick there again, I dare ya.
Sensei Ira:Ok, break. Break.
Dwight:No holding.
Michael:You can't see. You can't see. Good boy. Good boy. Great boy. Two points, three points, four points. I win. I win. [Michael is using his head guard to hit Dwight] Eight points. Nine points. [Begins to hock a loogie]
Dwight:No, stop it! Come on! Michael.
Michael:Open your mouth.
Dwight:No, Michael!