(Thanks to a misprogrammed VCR, my recording started late and I missed a good deer penis joke. Sorry.)
Dwight: That's right. You're a woman and you need to refuse food the first time.
Creed: Something's up. That paper was never supposed to arrive.
Andy: Do not test my politeness.
Michael: I am not robbing the cradle. If anything, I am robbing the grave.
Andy: I took a page right out of the ol' Shrute Book of Niceness.
Dwight: There is no book. There's only a survival guide.
Michael: I want you to enjoy your cake before I tell you this terrible, terrible thing.
Michael: You unfortunately have already completed that part of your journey down there.
Andy: What if Dwight dies and I still owe him something? That is a recipe for a ghost.
Dwight: I could have grown mushrooms that would have been this high by now.
Toby: I heard about the hit. Just be sure it's off company property.
Michael: Am I scared of getting hit in the face? No. Every day, weirdos pay dominatrixes hundreds of dollars for that very privilege. I'm scared I'm gonna love it.
Michael: I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. And guess what? I have four kids, and I have a hover-car and a hover-house.
Dwight: This is my dinner on your face. I'm keeping it!
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