Murder
Phyllis:You know, I think I'm supposed to say something to Pam, I mean, Deb, OK? [in character] I overheard you asking the butler where the pistol was kept.
Dwight:Wait a minute, wait a minute. I'm the butler. You were listening in on that? You rich people. You think you can do whatever you want to the servant class!
Michael:No, no, no. Don't turn this into a political thing.
Dwight:I will poison your food.