Michael: I cannot tell you how I plan to escape other than by using magic. That is the magician's code. Separately, on an unrelated note, if you happen to find a small brass key...
Pam: I'm going to start telling people what I want directly. So look out world, 'cause ol' Pammy is getting what she wants... and don't call me "Pammy."
Dwight: You know that line on the top of the shrimp? That's feces.
Jan: What's the upside? I overcome my nausea, fall deeply in love, babies, normalcy, no more self-loathing; downside, I date Michael Scott publicly and collapse into myself like a dying star.
Jan: Why is this so hard? That's what she said.
Michael: "No" means "please don't."
Jim: What the hell, have you dated every guy here?
Karen: Hey, Jan!
Jan: Not so good.
Michael: It's funny, I wish I could make potato salad that good. It's just potatoes and mayonnaise. There's something wrong with Jan.
Dwight: I found some termite damage in a crawl space, and some structural flaws in the foundation, so... all in all, it was a pretty fun cocktail party.
Roy: I didn't do anything. Ask anybody. I totally could have, and I didn't at all.
Michael: If this is about what happened in the bathroom, there was no place to cuddle.
Roy: I'm gonna kill Jim Halpert.
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