Jim: Eventually he'll figure it out when their kids have giant heads and beet-stained teeth. But right now it's just awkward.
Kevin: I'm sorry I did such a whorish job filling out this form.
Michael: I'm not very articulate today.
Jim: I'm in charge of Michael's gun and I need you to sit.
Michael: Sometimes I'll start a sentence, and I don't even know where it's going. I just hope I find it along the way. Like an improv conversation. An improversation.
Meredith: I've had two men fight over me before. Usually it's over which one gets to hold the camcorder.
Meredith: I call loser!
Michael: I have to say, I am so impressed with the potential you see in me.
Angela: I can't believe they're fighting over me.
Kelly: I guess people have fewer choices as they get older.
Andy: The soft underbelly of my refined upbringing is my soft underbelly.
Dwight: All you do is dress fancy and sing.
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