Branch Wars
Michael:This is perfect.
Dwight:He looks like your twin.
Michael:This is a dummy, a la Ferris Bueller's Day Off. We have tied a string to the wrist, which goes to the door. When somebody opens the door, the hand goes down, hits the remote, turns on the tape recorder, which is me snoring. Now nobody knows whether I am here, or whether I am gone.
Dwight:I will know.
Michael:But, you will not tell anyone.
Dwight:I won't need to because we'll be together playing hooky. Yeah.
Michael:Well, sometimes. Most of the time I will be with Ryan, or Darryl. [knock on the door] Yes? Oh good, good Stanley! First victim, this is what I want you to do. Go out, come back in. We're going to hide. I want you to tell me if this looks like me, okay?
Stanley:I don't understand why sleeping at your desk is better than you not being here.
Michael:Just go out, and come back in.
Stanley:I got an offer from Utica for more money, and I'm going to take it.
Michael:What?