Bert: Toby?
Toby: Oh, hey, Bert. Wanna see the dance? Dem bones, dem bones, dem dry...
Bert: You're fired.
Toby: ...bones. What?
Bert: You heard me. Pack your things.
Toby: What... you can't... Gabe? Are you...
Bert: I'm the CEO's son. Pack your things. You're done.
[Dwight laughs as he watches on]