The Farm
Jim:My condolences.
Dwight:Keep them.
Jim:OK. Now, what do we got in these two pails?
Dwight:In keeping with Schrute custom, I will either invite you to Saturday's funeral by sprinkling red, fertile dirt in your face. Or, I will ask you to keep a respectful distance during my time of grief, with a dusting of black, slightly acidic soil.
Erin:[after Dwight tosses dirt on her face] What color is it?
Phyllis:It looks pretty black.
Kevin:[after Dwight tosses dirt in his face] Yep. Acidic, all right.
Oscar:[while Dwight prepares to toss dirt] Oh, thank god.
Dwight:Excuse me?
Oscar:I'm so sorry, Dwight. And if you want me to be there, of course I will go. I just... have a personal training session...
Dwight:OK. That's not... [tosses red dirt in Oscar's face]