Oscar: I made egg salad sandwiches. Do you want one?
Michael Scott: Could you have picked something stinkier to bring on a plane? My God, Oscar. Really? Do you have a bag of baby poop in there too, to share with everybody? No, I'll be ordering my own food. Thank you very much. I'd like to see a menu, please.
Stewardess: I'm sorry, there are no meals on flights less than two hours.
Michael Scott: Oh, okay. [looks back at Oscar] Doesn't matter, because I am going to take a nap. I think I'm going to use my complimentary blindfold. I will don it... And, oh, look at that. I can't see because I am in a- Ow!
Stewardess: And what would you like to drink?