Dwight: He's just a regular doctor who shoots your horse in the head when its leg is broken.
Pam: You don't grab these for balance.
Jim: Well...
Michael: So, would you guys like some lemonade? Or one of you?
Michael: You and I are soup snakes. And the reason is, because in terms of the soup, we like to... that doesn't make any sense. We're soul mates.
Jim: I shouldn't have to ask you to do stuff like that. You should just do it.
Dwight: What hand do you use to answer the phone?
Rolph: I don't hear cheaters, tramps, or women who break my friend's heart.
Oscar: Settle down, gentlemen.
Stanley: I usually don't enjoy the theater, but this is delightful.
Dwight: People need volleyball now more than ever.
Michael: We have a lot of good material for next year's sketch.
Dwight: How many people need to get hurt before we learn a valuable lesson? One? Two? Three? Four? Five? Six? Seven? Eight?
Jim: Hey, Dwight. Send in the subs.
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