The Client





Jim:A man sitting several seats down, who has a gold face, turns to Michael Scarn. [out of character] Uh... Ooh, Oscar, you wanna play Goldenface?
Oscar:Mr. Scarn, perhaps you would be more comfortable in my private jet?
Dwight:Yes, perhaps I would, Goldenface. Sam, get my luggage.
Ryan:I forget it, brutha.
Dwight:Samuel, you are such an idiot, you are the worst assistant ever. And you're disgusting, Dwigt. [out of character] Wait, who's Dwigt?