Dwight K. Schrute: But I think that all of your concerns will be answered when you see the brochure that Clark's getting out of my car. He's a good boy, does whatever I say.
Sam Stone, Sr.: [sighs] I can't relate to that, my son hates my guts.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, really?
Sam Stone, Sr.: Bring him into the business, and he resents me. How do you like that?
Dwight K. Schrute: [fumbling] Well, things between me and Clark are good, but not great. In fact, I will say that they're not even good. Really, they're bad. Like you and your son.
Clark: [enters] Here you go, Pop! I know it was just a couple minutes, but... God I missed you!
Dwight K. Schrute: What took you so long? Were you loitering out there like a hooligan, smoking a doobie?
Clark: [confused] I sure was. Just like he taught me, looking cool.
Dwight K. Schrute: You're being disrespectful!
Clark: ...And I love you, for saying that.
Dwight K. Schrute: [whispers to Clark] We don't get along.
Clark: Ha ha! I just burned him. Because the truth is... our relationship is... terr-
Dwight K. Schrute: Terrible!
Clark: Terrible.
Dwight K. Schrute: Yes! Genius. Stupid, stupid genius!