Michael Scott: Look, prison stinks, is what I'm saying. It's not like you can go home and recharge your batteries and come back in the morning and be with your friends, having fun in the office.
Jim: What did you do, Prison Mike?
Michael Scott: I stole and I robbed and I kidnapped the President's son and held him for ransom.
Jim: That is quite the rap sheet, Prison Mike.
Michael Scott: And I never got caught, neither.
Jim: Well, you were in prison, but...