Jim: "A man, sitting several seats down, who has a gold face, turns to Michael Scarn." Um, Oscar? Do you want to play "Golden Face"?
Oscar: [clears throat] "Mr. Scarn, perhaps you would be more comfortable in my private jet."
Dwight K. Schrute: "Yes, perhaps I would, Golden Face. Sam, get my luggage."
Ryan: "I forget it, brother."
Dwight K. Schrute: "Samuel, you are such an idiot. You are the worst assistant ever and you're disgusting. Dwigt." Wait, who's Dwigt?