Nepotism





Angela:I came down here to feed the feral cats like I usually do and I found something unsavory in the back of your nephew's car.
Michael:Ok, you know what? Just -just back off! Back off!
Phyllis:Well, take a look. It's all the packages he was supposed to overnight. He never bothered to send them.
Michael:All right, those might be his. He might own an Ebay store.
Jim:Yep. That's exactly what my first thought was. And then I remembered having a conversation with him where he was like, 'I don't own an Ebay store,' so...
Michael:Ok, ok. You know what? This is disgusting. This is like a witch hunt. This is like the Blair Witch Hunt project.
Oscar:Oh sure, those are the expense reports that corporate was waiting for yesterday.
Stanley:Let's just make this kid open this damn car.
Erin:Oh my gosh, those are the pants he wanted to return to Talbots.
Michael:I'm reconsidering sending them back anyway.
Andy:You get that kid to open this car, or I'm gonna do it myself... by calling Tripple A.
Michael:Wait a minute.
Meredith:[breaks into the car] I'm in.
Michael:Don't-all right. Well, ok, you've just committed a felony.
Oscar:Yep, here they are.
Phyllis:Yep, I just lost a client cause I swore I sent these samples on time.
Andy:This kid's costing us sales, Michael.
Erin:I'm sorry, do you want to try them on again to see.
Michael:No, I know they fit. It's not about the fit.