Dwight K. Schrute: [entering elevator with Ryan] I can't help but think that something we did made this possible.
Ryan: Jim dug his own grave, but maybe we provided the shovel.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, temp, I like that. I'm going to engrave that into a piece of wood. Care to celebrate with a drink?
Ryan: I would love to. [elevator doors close, then reopen in the lobby] Why not?
Dwight K. Schrute: Because! Martini bars are pretentious. No, thank you.
Ryan: Well, I'm sorry that I don't want farm boy swill like you do, you know.
Dwight K. Schrute: It is not "farm boy swill," I will show you. It is beet Vodka and it is delicious.
Ryan: I am not interested in anything I have to make myself!