Michael: What you talkin' 'bout, Wallace?
Jim: I got 500 feet of red wire at a flea market... $20 for the whole spool. Crazy! What a deal!
Michael: Fax? Why don't you just send it over on a dinosaur?
Dwight: You know how I feel about IHOP. Are you a socialist?
Michael: I'm a genius about some things, and other things I'm just - I'm very stupid.
Dwight: I'm your son now. You can see him on the holidays.
Michael: Why is this little 2 so small? It's weird.
Kevin: Even though the penis was fake, I kept expecting a second plot twist where we found out that Hilary Swank actually was a boy.
Angela: I don't even get this discussion. Hot is a temperature, people.
Angela: She's a female Boris Becker.
Kelly: If you are saying that Hilary Swank isn't hot, then you're saying I'm not hot, because obviously I'm not as hot as Hilary Swank.
Pam: Ladies, are we prepared to let the Kevins of the world decide anything for us? Anything at all?
Michael: That's why I hate bittersweet chocolate. What's the point of that? Why not just sweet? Who are you helping?
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