Mafia
Michael:[Andy is playing with the tire iron] Take that thing off the table! Please!
Andy:Well then I can't use it. I'm just gonna hide it.
Dwight:Hey. Bathroom checks out clean. Nothing behind the toilet except for this roach motel.
Andy:Oh! God! [smacks roaches]
Michael:Oh my God!
Dwight:You'll never kill it that way. You want to separate the head from the thorax-
Michael:Guys, guys. Cool it. There he is, there he is.