The Target
Meme It!Angela:What? Why did you call me out here?
Dwight:The target-- it's Oscar, isn't it? He and the senator are gaying each other.
Angela:I don't know what you're talking about.
Dwight:Your nostrils tell a different story. They flare like that every time you're engaging in deception. Hello again, naughty nostrils.
Angela:Fine! It's Oscar. So what?
Dwight:Well I could understand you wanting to get a stranger's knees whacked. But a co-worker-- Dare I say, a friend?
Angela:Exactly, a friend. Someone who sits next to you year after year, making chitchat and smiling, and all the while running behind your back and defiling your marriage and seducing your husband.
Dwight:I can't even imagine how painful this must be for you. But the first ones to break your marriage vows were you and me.
Angela:Well, you might be right. But it's too late now.
Dwight:What do you mean?
Angela:He's here.
Dwight:No! No, no! [groans]