Customer Survey
Jim:Dwight. Dwight. [Dwight's car comes screeching into view]
Dwight:Get in!
Jim:Are you serious?
Dwight:Get in! [he peels off into parking space]
Jim:OK, what are you --
Dwight:Shh. [turns radio up loud, playing 'Centerfold.'] They might be listening to us.
Jim:What's that?
Dwight:They might be listening to us
Jim:Who's they?
Dwight:Customer service might be monitoring this conversation.
Jim:In this car?
Dwight:You never know. Better safe than sorry.
Jim:[turns radio down] What are you thinking?
Dwight:Who stands to benefit from our downfall?
Jim:The mob, maybe NASA.
Dwight:Could be the mob. But then Dunder-Mifflin would need to be a front for money laundering, and there's little evidence of that.
Jim:Is there some evidence?
Pam:[on Bluetooth] Ooh, cute shoes online.
Jim:How many shoes do you need?
Dwight:I don't know. Two, maybe three if one wears out. How many shoes do you need?