Mafia
Grotti:Now if you could just sign this letter of intent, I'll bring this back to my boss, and we can get this in motion. [Andy clears throat loudly] You okay, Pat?
Andy:Yeah. Just thinking about how, uh, I had this car, this Italian car, and I was driving it, and it kept telling me how much it needed oil, but I wouldn't give it any oil. And then, one day it exploded and it killed everyone and that's what I'm afraid of.
Grotti:Aren't you a mechanic? Why wouldn't you put oil in the car?
Andy:It was before, my tech- my technical training.
Dwight:Don't do it!
Andy:Do it.
Dwight:Don't.
Andy:Just do it.
Michael:Okay.
Grotti:Look Mike, I don't know what your friends are telling you, but you have to decide for yourself. Are these guys gonna take care of your things if you die tomorrow?
Dwight:Yes.
Michael:Okay.