Dwight: I have it on good authority that within 20 years, everyone will be speaking German. Or a Chinese-German hybrid.
Oscar: Your office is full of genitalia.
Dwight: White people; right?
Jim: Maybe you shouldn't try to kiss people at work.
Donna: In my 20s, it would have been annoying. In my late 20s, I find it really flattering.
Creed: You can only ooze two things: sexuality and pus.
Oscar: In this case, it makes financial sense to gain money.
Pam: Most printer sales are done over the phone, Ms. Boobshirt.
Stanley: I'll slap you in the face with a rainbow.
Dwight: Causasians; am I right?
Hide: In Japan, heart surgeon. Number one. Steady hand.
Andy: When I tore my scrote, I was seeing this really hot neurologist about it, and thought she was into me, but now I think she was just doing a bunch of stuff to bill my HMO.
Michael: People don't just take barrettes off.
Gabe: They're going to be pretty pleased in Tallahassee that I snagged an Indian for the program.
Dwight: Just once, I would like to be a puppetmaster and have nothing go wrong. Is that too much to ask?
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