Friday, April 27, 2007
Blea, blah... little comment... ugh.
Jim: Question: What kind of bear is best?
Dwight: That's a ridiculous question...
Jim: False. Black Bear.
Jim: Fact. Bears eat beets. Bears, beets, Battlestar Galactica.
Michael: This puts us at Threat Level Midnight. Accounting you are on Customer Service today.
Oscar: That's really not our job...
Michael: Midnight, Oscar!
Angela: I don't have a headache. I'm just preparing.
Michael: I want you to bring a partner.
Ryan: I'll go.
Michael: No, sweetcheeks, we need somebody who's actually made a sale. Andy, you go.
Andy: William Doolittle, at your service. A.K.A. Will do.
Jim: Yeah, I'm definitely gonna go alone.
Michael: No. No. I need two men on this. That's what she said. No time! But she did! No time!
Dwight: You are entering the No Spin Zone!
Creed: The only difference between me and homeless man is this job. I will do whatever it takes to survive. Like I did when I was a homeless man.
Kelly: Look, I know you guys are accountants because you're not good at interacting with people.
Andy: Beer me!
Jim: What's that?
Andy: Hand me that water. I always say "beer me." It gets a laugh, like a quarter of the time.
Jim: Lord, beer me strength.
Dwight: Okay. Karen, Ryan, Pam! Center stage! Pam, run a comb through your hair.
Dwight: First rule in roadside beet sales; put the most attractive beets on top. The ones that make you pull the car over and go, "Wow. I'd eat this beet right now." Those are the money beets.
Andy: I had no idea.
Jim: Well... that's not gonna hold up in court.
Andy: You don't teach it well enough. One of your students is a biiiitch.
Dwight: May I point out that the sex appeared to be consensual. Both animals were smiling.
Michael: Well, I'm calling the Ungrateful Beeyotch Hotline.
Pam: Michael likes me to run the camera when he makes his apology videos.
Dwight: Hey Karen. Wanna get together later and have sexual intercourse because you're my girlfriend?
Jim: Do you?
Karen: I'm good, thanks.
Jim: Look at that.
Dwight: I'm Jim Halpert.
Jim: Spot on.
Dwight: Blah... little comment. Ugh.
(This was totally Rainn, by the way, not Dwight.)