Cocktails
Michael:Beauty. Thank you sir!
Dwight:Salad.
Michael:Thank you.
Dwight:You dressed exactly like the servants.
Michael:Shut up. Ok, change shirts with me.
Dwight:Wait. I don't think yours will fit me.
Michael:I don't care. Oh, wow. Here. Don't put my jacket. Don't give me that.
Dwight:That would have been really embarrassing.
Michael:Yes.
Dwight:Crisis averted.
Michael:Ok.