Pam: Turns out there's no limit to the number of cheese puffs you can throw at someone's face.
Jim: We are going bargain-hunting in the haunted graveyard of their love.
Dwight: Doesn't Charles know he's compromising my attack-readiness?
Jim: Am I going down a road?
Andy: Let me be your Traveling Pants.
Michael: I got hit in the face with a pee-filled water balloon.
Dwight: Master and apprentice, pitted against one another for the fate of the greater Scranton area paper market. So it's not exactly like Highlander, but still...
Michael: It is like you are buying software from Bill Gates.
Dwight: Are you saying you invented paper?
Dwight: It's not the soil! It's the manure! Paper is the manure! On-time delivery is the soil!
Michael: I color-code all my info. I wrote "gay son" in green. Green means go, so I know to go ahead and shut up about it. Orange means "orange you glad you didn't bring it up." Most colors mean "don't say it."
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