Ben: What the hell? They're playing Cones of Dunshire.
Andy: Hey, you invented that game. Are they playing any games I invented? Are they throwing dirt into a fan? The key is, you have to throw the dirt into the back of the fan.
Ben: How the hell did they... Excuse me. How did you guys get your hands on this game?
Sam: Someone sent it to us. Have you played it?
Ben: I invented Cones of Dunshire.
Sam: You're the architect. Yeah, right, and I'm the Alchemist of the Hinterlands. [laughter]
Ben: There can't be an Alchemist of the Hinterlands. The Hinterlands is a shadow kingdom that can only sustain a provost or a denier.
Mike: He's right.
Ben: Hey, how about this? Let's play. If I win, you give me another shot at free wireless for Pawnee.
Mike: Have a seat. You want to be corporal... or warrior?
Ben: Neither. I'm the Maverick.