Dwight K. Schrute: Come on in. That's right. Come in, feast your eyes. They determine our worth by putting beans upon our faces.
Oscar: What the hell?!
Dwight K. Schrute: Things were not this bad when just Michael was manager.
Michael Scott: Hey, what are you guys doing in here?
Kevin: What does a bean mean?
Pam: Why aren't there any beans on this very old, frizzy-haired picture of me?
Kevin: Michael, what does a bean mean?
Pam: Jim?
Jim: I was just trying to be unbiased.