Dwight K. Schrute: Okay, let me float something out there. Okay? Can I just- Can I say something? There is a hive of bees outside the front door. We kidnap the queen, extract her alarm pheromones, place them on a flushable wipe and put that in his bathroom.
David: I can't believe I'm about to say this, but the cheapest option is to make Michael an offer.
Charles: Yes. Yes, I was gonna say the same thing. We should buy him out.
Jim: Ah. But you didn't.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, man! If only Michael had children. That's how you really apply the pressure.
Charles: What is wrong with you?