Dwight K. Schrute: Jan, you thought I had no more cards left to play. Well I've got one. Man-boy! The Ace of Babes.
Pam: Oh, my God.
Clark: Where's the Quizno's?
Dwight K. Schrute: You're the Quizno's. [chuckles] Jan, may I introduce to you your own personal Dunder Mifflin liaison, devoted to servicing this account with total client satisfaction. I sensed that Molly wasn't quite meeting your needs. Nothing like, uh, your old assistant... Hunter. Was that his name?
Jan: I- I-
Dwight K. Schrute: Hmm?
Jan: I don't recall. And yes, Molly is crap.
Pam: Okay, you do not have to do this.
Clark: Do what? Get into sales? That's what I want.
Dwight K. Schrute: He's been growing that mustache for weeks. Best he can do... So young.
Jan: Will you, uh, [clicks tongue] you. Can you turn around for me, please? Dwight, you can go. I will call you in a week or so and let you know whether I want your business.
Dwight K. Schrute: Very good.