[Dwight cuts open a seat cushion, finds playing cards]
Pete: What?
Oscar: What?
Kevin: That's a flush.
[Dwight emerges with a toy forklift in a plastic baggy]
All: The warehouse.
[later, all the employees are searching the warehouse]
Pam: [on phone to Jim] There's nothing down here.
Jim: Oh, I expected more from young Halpert.
Dwight K. Schrute: Let's just forget it. Forget it.
[Meanwhile, a warehouse worker dips a donut into the golden chalice]