(Reading from Threat Level Midnight)
Jim: (narrating) "A man sitting several seats down who has a gold face turns to Michael Scarn." Uhhh, oooh, Oscar, you want to play Goldenface?
Oscar: "Mr. Scarn, perhaps you will be more comfortable in my private jet?"
Dwight: "Yes, perhaps I would, Goldenface. Sam, get my luggage."
Ryan: "I fo-get it, brotha.'
Dwight: "Samuel, you are such an idiot. You are the worst assistant ever. And you're disgusting, Dwigt!" Wait, who's Dwigt?