Mafia
Andy:What happened in there?
Michael:Nothing, other than once again, I am just thankful that I am a paper salesman.
Dwight:Did he threaten you?
Michael:No Dwight, not everything is a threat.
Andy:Mobsters are!
Michael:There is no such things as monsters.
Andy:He drives an SUV!
Dwight:I knew it! More trunk space. Or should I say, corpse space.
Oscar:Hey guys, I drive a SUV, does that mean I'm in the mob?
Dwight:No, not that, by itself. But look at all the facts. He seems like a mobster.
Michael:Wait, when did we start talking about the mob? The guy was trying to sell me insurance.
Andy:All mobsters have a front, sometimes it's selling insurance, sometimes it's waste management or sanitation.
Oscar:For the record, not all Italian-Americans are in the Mafia.
Michael:I think, he just seemed like he was just trying to sell me insurance.
Andy:Yeah, buy my insurance or I'll burn your warehouse down!
Dwight:Exactly.
Michael:He did talk about a fire in the warehouse... and he also vaguely threatened me with testicular cancer.
Oscar:Uhh. All right, who else is here? [looks around]