One of my favorite scenes is the opener from "The Injury." The following is long(that's what she said) but it is great from the beginning with Michael screaming to Pam that he has been seriously injured, the cut away with him explaining how he wakes up to the smell of crackling bacon, Dwight hitting the pole then throwing up all over his car and taking off with Michael finishing with a somber "please don't send Dwight"
Pam: Dunder Mifflin, this is Pam.
Michael: Pam! It's Michael. Help me! I need help right now.
Pam: Michael, what's wrong?
Michael: I'm hurt, I have hurt myself. Oh my God!
Pam: Ok, wait wait wait wait...
Michael: Ungh, this is not looking good Pam!
Pam: Michael, do you need me to call an ambulance?!
Michael: No, I want you to pick me up.
Jim: What?
Pam: Ok...
Jim: What's going on?
Pam: Wait a second, I thought you said that you were hurt.
Michael: I am hurt. I hurt my foot.
Jim: I'm sorry? Pam.
Pam: [exasperated]
Jim: What is going on?
Michael: I want to come to work. But I need you to come and pick me up. [Jim lunges across Pam's desk and puts Michael on speakerphone]
Michael: OH GOD!
Jim: Hey, whoa, Michael...
Michael: Oh God!
Jim: It's, okay, it's Jim. Just say again, uh, really loudly what happened.
Michael: OK, buhhhh, I burned my foot very badly on my Foreman Grill and I now need someone to come and bring me into work.
Jim: You burned your foot on a Foreman Grill?
Michael: I enjoy having breakfast in bed. I like waking up to the smell of bacon, sue me. And since I don't have a butler, I have to do it myself. So, most nights before I go to bed, I will lay six strips of bacon out on my George Foreman Grill. Then I go to sleep. When I wake up, I plug in the grill, I go back to sleep again. Then I wake up to the smell of crackling bacon. It is delicious, it's good for me. It's the perfect way to start the day. Today I got up, I stepped onto the grill and it clamped down on my foot... that's it. I don't see what's so hard to believe about that.
Michael: Pam, could you come get me?!
Pam: Uh, I have to stay here and answer the phone.
Michael: Ok, could someone come and get me please, Ryan?
Phyllis: Michael, you should stay home and rest.
Michael: There's no toilet paper here. Could Ryan... tell Ryan to bring toilet paper. Could you tell 'em that?
Kevin: Can you hop?
Michael: I tried hopping, Kevin, and I bumped my elbow against the wall and now my elbow has a protruberance.
Michael: [panicked] No one wants to pick me up!?
Dwight: [silence, Dwight enters the office] What is going on? What is going on?
Pam: Michael, is, um, sick and he wants one of us to rescue him.
Michael: I'm not sick! I'm burned!
Dwight: I'm coming Michael!
Jim: Oh...
Dwight: I'm gonna save you!
Michael: Don't... is that Dwight? I do not want Dwight.
Dwight: Hold on Michael! I am coming! Wait there!
Michael: I don't want Dwight!
Pam: Michael, why don't you call your girlfriend?
Michael: I don't have a girlfriend.
Jim: But you said that you went out with her this weekend.
Michael: It was all made up. Just someone come, ok? Anyone. Anyone but Dwight.
Jim: [sounds of a car crash] What was that...
Pam: What was that?! [everyone runs to Michael's office window]
Jim: Oh!
Pam: Ohhhhhh!
Jim: He hit the pole!
Jim: It's broken right, he can't...
Pam: Oh my gosh.
Jim: Oh Dwight, Dwight, [Dwight pukes on his back windshield] Ohhhhhh!
Jim and Pam: Oh my God!
Pam: Is he ok?
Jim: He's still driving... Dwight, you forgot your bumper!
Michael: Hellooo? ... Please don't send Dwight!