Suit Warehouse
Dwight:But I think that all of your concerns will be answered when you see the brochure that Clark's getting out of my car. He's a good boy, does whatever I say.
Suit Store Father:[sighs] I can't relate to that, my son hates my guts.
Dwight:Oh really.
Suit Store Father:Bring him into the business, and he resents me. How do you like that?
Dwight:[fumbling] Well, things between me and Clark are good, but not great. In fact, I will say that they're not even good. Really, they're bad. Like you and your son.
Clark:[enters] Here you go, Pop! I know it was just a couple minutes, but God I missed you!
Dwight:What took you so long? Were you loitering out there like a hooligan, smoking a doobie?
Clark:[confused] I sure was. Just like he taught me, looking cool.
Dwight:You're being disrespectful!
Clark:And I love you, for saying that.
Dwight:[whispers to Clark] We don't get along.
Clark:[catches on] Ha ha! I just burned him. Because the truth is our relationship is terr-
Dwight:Terrible!
Clark:Terrible.
Dwight:Yes! Genius. Stupid, stupid genius!