Dwight: Michael! My water’s breaking!
Michael: Oh, Okay! Okay!
Dwight: Aaah! What do you do? What do you do?
Michael: I get a call from Jan and I meet her at the hospital.
Dwight: Right. Highways or surface roads?
Michael: I take Quincy Ave to Gibson.
Dwight: No, Gibson is covered in potholes. Your car breaks down. Adapt!
Michael: I checked the route- there are no potholes. Come on, get in here and have the baby.
Dwight: It’s about adapting to the circumstances.
Michael: Andy, would you like to have my baby?
Andy: Yes! Yeah. Aaah! Aaah! Aaah!
Dwight: No. Okay, no. I’m crowning! I’m crowning! Aaah!
Michael: All right, okay. Sorry. Sorry. Here we go. Here we go!
Dwight: The pressure! The pressure!
Michael: Do it! Do it! Scream! Scream it out, scream it out, scream it out.
Dwight and Michael: Aaah!