The Office, Season 3

Dwight:
Jim, Jim, Jim. Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim, Jim.

Jim:
Oh, hey, Dwight.

Dwight:
I'm going to be your new boss. It's my greatest dream come true. Welcome to the Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now. Check-out time is never.

Jim:
Does my room have cable?

Dwight:
No. And the sheets are made of fire!

Jim:
Can I change rooms?

Dwight:
Sorry, we're all booked up. Hell convention in town.

Jim:
Can I have a late check-out?

Dwight:
I'll have to talk to the manager.

Jim:
You're not the manager? Even in your own fantasy?

Dwight:
I'm the owner. The co-owner. With Satan.

Jim:
Okay, just so I understand it: in your wildest fantasy, you are in hell, and you are co-running a bed and breakfast with the devil.

Dwight:
Yeah, but I haven't told you my salary yet.

Jim:
Go.

Dwight:
$80,000 a year.