Michael Scott: Hello, Dwight. What's with the shirt? Are you alright?
Dwight K. Schrute: I'm sorry, Michael
Charles: [emerging from around the corner] Hi, Michael.
Michael Scott: Oh my God! Run! Run! It's a setup. Setup!
Charles: No, Mich-Michael.
Michael Scott: Dwight, run!
Charles: Michael, no, let's be cool, ok?
Michael Scott: You be cool.
Charles: Yes.
Michael Scott: Just-what's going on?
Charles: We need to talk about our two companies, and how we should behave. Dwight tells me you've been pestering him for company info.
Michael Scott: Mm- Do... Dwight would not-
Charles: He did.
Dwight K. Schrute: I did, Michael. I was upset about the shirt sleeves at first, but now I'm okay with it.
Charles: Michael, I want you to stop pestering my salesmen, and I want you to leave Dunder Mifflin alone. Do you understand?
Michael Scott: I. Understand. Nothing.