Sam Stone, Sr.: It's kind of funny, a father and son sales team meeting with a father and son suit store.
Dwight K. Schrute: You know, you're right! We hadn't even thought of that, had we boy?
Clark: No, we sure hadn't, Pop. [both chuckle]
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, you're a hunter I see. Spend your early mornings out in the blinds, like Clarky and me. Huh?
Clark: He calls me Clarky ‘cause he's my dad.
Dwight K. Schrute: Guilty!
Sam Stone, Sr.: You don't meet many hunters these days.
Clark: My dad is the best hunter there is. I mean, he's like a serial killer... of animals. One time, he snuck up behind a sleeping deer and just sawed its head right of. It was sick! [Dwight mimes sawing and blood spurting out]
Dwight K. Schrute: It was his birthday, just turned three. So...
Sam Stone, Sr.: Ah...