The Target
Angela:[upon seeing Dwight naked] Ugh!
Dwight:Come on in, the water's fine.
Angela:Dwight, it's not that kind of meeting. Put your clothes back on.
Dwight:I know. That's not why I'm naked. I always work out without my clothes. [does jumping jacks]
Angela:Just put them on! Put on your clothes. I need your help. I need someone who can operate outside of the law. Ugh.
Dwight:Oh, I'm sorry, your vigilante privileges ended when you broke up with me. If I'm not in your panties, I don't go vigilantes. Why don't you ask your husband?
Angela:My marriage is in danger. I don't know who I can trust. I need someone to be there for me.
Dwight:[sighs] All right, what are we talking? Surveillance, wire-tapping?
Angela:Something like that.
Dwight:Yeah, the less I know, the better. I know just the guy. He was a volunteer sheriff too. Kicked off the force.
Angela:Can you arrange a meeting?
Dwight:I can try. I'm gonna use SMS text.
Angela:Okay.
Dwight:Text went through.
Angela:Okay.
Dwight:All we can do is sit and wait.
Angela:Okay.
Dwight:[phone vibrates] Oh, look at that. Yeah, he's free anytime. Not a problem.