Lotto
Jim:OK. Three hundred boxes of twenty pound white. That's seventy-five boxes per person, so that's not so bad.
Dwight:Negative! Three hundred boxes for me, zero for you chumps. Deal with it! [climbs into forklift]
Jim:Nice. [Dwight runs forklift into wall of warehouse] Whoa whoa whoa whoa! Oh!
Kevin:Damn! [Dwight reverses pulling the wall with him. Erin screams. Dwight leaves forklift and begins lifting boxes by hand.]
Dwight:Yup.