Armand: I can't sell it. They'll think I stole it. Dwight: If I sell it, they'll think I stole it. I think shoveling horseshit has affected your brain, Armand.
Dwight: You interrupted my breakfast for this? Armand: Dwight, it's an antique. It's like 19th Century. Pure copper. You ever see American Pickers? People go crazy for this shit. Dwight: Sure. What household couldn't live without one of these?
