Jim: Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: You again? Gosh, I keep throwing you away, you keep flying back here. You're like an Amish return stick.
Jim: OK, great. Listen to me. Listen to me. [Dwight makes funny gesture] No, no, I know. Will you just let me tell you one thing, please?
Dwight K. Schrute: Yes, you may tell me one thing. Wait, you want to borrow money?
Jim: Listen to me. Robert is going to veto the Sabre store.
Dwight K. Schrute: [rolls eyes] Jim, come on.
Jim: Dwight, he's gonna kill the store.
Dwight K. Schrute: Uh-huh.
Jim: And then, I'm pretty sure he's gonna fire you for it.
Dwight K. Schrute: Wait. [holds up two fingers] He's gonna kill the store? And he's gonna fire me?
Jim: Yes.
Dwight K. Schrute: [smiles] That's two things.
Jim: Dwight, please.
Dwight K. Schrute: Nice try, Jim. Your pranks have never worked in the past and they're not going to work today.
Jim: OK, first of all, they've mostly worked, so-
Dwight K. Schrute: You know what? You might want to get to the airport. It's gonna take you a long time to get through security with all those beauty products. Bye.