The Merger
Dwight:Well, well, well. Look what the cat dragged in from Stamford.
Jim:Hey, Dwight.
Dwight:Fact - I am older. I am wiser. Do not mess with me.
Jim:Okay. Sounds good.
Dwight:What are you doing?
Jim:I don't know what you're talking about.
Dwight:I have a smudge on my forehead?
Jim:No. Looks good.
Dwight:Why are you looking at my forehead?
Jim:I'm not.
Dwight:Meet my eye line, Jim!
Jim:I am.
Dwight:Stop acting like an idiot!
Jim:Okay.
Ryan:Hey, buddy. Welcome back.
Jim:Hey! How are you man? Good to see... you.
Ryan:I'm good! How are you? So...
Jim:Oh, I'm sorry. Are you sitting here now?
Ryan:Yeah.
Jim:Oh.
Ryan:Um... unless you really, really want it back.
Jim:You know, man, it's really you're call.
Ryan:Cool, thank you.
Jim:[whispers] Let me get that for you.
Ryan:Yuh.
Jim:This one taken? No. Good.