Dwight Schrute (full name Dwight K. Schrute III) is the assistant to the regional manager, Michael Scott, as well as the top salesman for the Dunder Mifflin Paper Company in Scranton, Pennsylvania.
Dwight works hard but has little common sense or social tact, and is a difficult man to describe in a short bio. The best we can do is part nerd, part fascist. He cares deeply for Dunder Mifflin and for Michael, but does not seem to command any respect among his peers.
Dwight: Knock, knock.
Michael: Who's there?
Michael: KGB - [Dwight slaps Michael]
Dwight: [in Russian accent] We will ask the questions!
Dwight: What is my perfect crime? I break into Tiffany's at midnight. Do I go for the vault? No, I go for the chandelier. It's priceless. As I'm taking it down, a woman catches me. She tells me to stop. It's her father's business. She's Tiffany. I say no. We make love all night. In the morning the cops come and I escape in one of their uniforms. I tell her to meet me in Mexico but I go to Canada. I don't trust her. Besides, I like the cold. Thirty years later, I get a postcard. I have a son and he's the chief of police. This is where the story gets interesting: I tell Tiffany to meet me in Paris, by the Trocadero. She's been waiting for me all these years; she's never taken another lover. I don't care, I don't show up. I go to Berlin. That's where I stashed the chandelier.