Angela: Brownies. Cupcakes.
Kevin: Don't push it.

Karen: Are we taking this too far? You know what, I don't think we're taking this far enough. What?
Pam: I got goosebumps.

Kelly: What do you think?
Stanley: Fruity, and delicious.
Kelly: See, I told you.

Jim: Oh no, this is different. The CIA thing, that was a prank on Dwight. This is more like a umm... OK, it's pretty much the same thing.

Michael Scott: The least I could do was give some poor sick kid a bike.
Cindy: That rocks.
Michael Scott: Yeah, you rock. Tell you what, if you want it, it's yours.
Cindy: Thanks! I wanna give you something.
Michael Scott: Oh! That's what she said.

Michael Scott: Where's Dwight?
Cindy: Is he the hot one or the giant baby?
Michael Scott: The giant baby.

Angela: Excuse me! Waitress lady! Hey! Where do you think you're going with that?
Cindy: I thought I could have it.
Angela: No, you can't have it! I don't walk into your house and steal your Hello Kitty backpack!

Karen: Dwight, you won the raffle.
Dwight K. Schrute: No way!
Karen: Yeah! Open it. Open it. Do you like it?
Dwight K. Schrute: Walkie-talkies. Yes!

Karen: Well, the Committee to Plan Parties has served its purpose. We're gonna disband in the name of Christmas.
Pam: In the name of Nutcracker Christmas.

Karen: Angela? We've been hearing really great things about your brownies, and we were hoping you'd consider merging the two parties.
Angela: I'm not sure. Does your karaoke machine have Christmas songs?
Pam: Yeah, but we don't have a power cord.
Angela: Oh. I may have seen it somewhere. Is it this one?
Karen: Yeah, thanks.