Cocktails
Michael:MAGIC MAGIC Magic Magic magic magic... And now, Michael the Magic, will attempt to escape from extreme bondage. [Kevin giggles] Can he do it? I don't see how he can.
Dwight:I know how. Dislocate his shoulder and slip his arm out from underneath.
Michael:No. No. Everyone, now count down with me. THREE!
Jim:Sorry, quick thing. Is it true that if you can't get out, you don't want anyone to help you?
Michael:I will get out. Oh yes, I will.
Pam:So we shouldn't help you, no matter how much you might beg and plead?
Michael:No. Alright, this is getting hot. So let's just do this. Ok, ready? Three, two, one, go. [Michael spits out key, Jim covers it with his foot.]
Michael:AHHHH!
Kevin:Is everything ok, Michael?
Michael:Yes.