Ryan: Listen, while I have you here with Toby, I need to give you a formal warning about your job performance.
Jim: A formal warning?
Ryan: It's actually not a joke. I know how you spend your time here. I know how little you care about your job. And honestly, if you spent as much time selling as you do goofing around with Dwight and hanging out at reception, we wouldn't be having this conversation.
Jim: I'm sorry, is this because I talked to Wallace about your website? Because I really didn't mean to go over your head.
Ryan: This is nothing to do with that, all right? I always appreciate constructive criticism about my job performance. I thrive on it.
Jim: I'm sorry, then do you mind explaining it a little better? 'Cause I'm not sure-
Ryan: Whoa. Don't get all defensive, okay? It's just a warning. If you want details, Toby can provide them. You take it easy, all right?

Toby: I'd say all the goofing around at Pam's desk and hanging out with Pam has finally caught up to him. P- with Pam.

Dwight K. Schrute: I've got a mad lib for you. "A stupid idiotic numbskull named Andy Bernard sold his Xterra to a smart and capable man named Dwight. This is shaping up to be an awesome day for Dwight."

Michael Scott: Okay, everybody, shh! Listen up. Earlier today, Stanley sassed me. And Toby gave me some suggestions on how to discipline him. They did not work, obviously, because they were stupid. So I am now going to fake fire him.
Pam: What does that mean?
Michael Scott: It's like a mock execution.
Jim: That's not a good idea.
Michael Scott: Yes, it is a good idea. It's the only possible solution I have left.
Toby: Well, you can actually fire him.
Michael Scott: No. Okay? I've had enough of you.