Pam: Hey, whats up?
Jim: Oh nothing, just hauling some cube with Dwight.
Dwight (from other room): Hauling Cuuuuubbbeee!
Jim: That's moving boxes, we just came up with the term to make it sound cooler.
Dwight: I wonder if "King-sized" sheets are called "Presidential-sized" in England.
Dwight (with photos of Nellie and a man): Heres the two of them taking a hike... I'm guessing he's some kind of friend.
Dwight: Here's the two of them kissing at a beach and kissing at the Eiffel Tower... I'm guessing he's some kind of close romantic friend...
Jim: Like a... boyfriend?
Jim: Whoa... heres one with his face whited out.
Dwight: Maybe someone threw a pie in his face. Hmm, new theory, he is some kind of hated Italian politician.