Pam: [on cell phone] Hey, Erin, it's Pam. How ya doing? No, no, don't put Cece on the phone, because she can't talk yet. Okay. No, I was just calling to see how everything's going. Yeah? Yeah? It's good? The play? The play is kind of great. I mean, it's fun to hear Andy sing in the appropriate setting. No, he's really sorry you couldn't make it, too. Yeah. So thank you so much, again. We're having a great time. Oh, they're flashing the lights so we should go in. Thanks. Bye.

Andy: Just checking my e-mails. See if I got any last-minute "break a legs" or "I still love you" type texts. Doesn't look like I got anything. Maybe on my Facebook wall.

Andy: Mr. Todd! Mr. Todd! I found her!
Sweeney Todd: You found Johanna.
Andy: That monster of a judge has locked her-[cell phone chiming]. Locked her away. [phone continues]
Sweeney Todd: There's a little bird fluttering around. Do hope it ceases chirping. [audience laughs]
Michael Scott: How is that funny?
Sweeney Todd: The bird continues to call. Someone please turn off your... bird. Oh, for the love-turn your phone off! There are signs!
Andy: Oh, it appears the bird was in mine own pocket this whole time. He's gone to sleep now, I've closed his beak. [Michael laughs]
Sweeney Todd: What is the news of my darling daughter Johanna?
Andy: [text message chime] You know what? Let me just double check, that bird... Okay, good. It's off. I mean, silenced. I silenced it by killing it. I've killed it! I'm a murderer! Just like you, Sweeney Todd. See, it all connects. Not that I know you're a murderer. My character doesn't know that yet. But I'm suspicious, because of all the razors that you have laying around. And you spend time alone. But you're a barber, so that's legit. So there's that. But...

Andy: [excited] That's really irresponsible of Erin. She's a terrible babysitter.

Erin: I just didn't think that you guys were gonna see us. We were just gonna stop by and get some ice cream and then go home.
Jim: Okay, this was pretty simple-
Pam: Why are you here?
Jim: Really, all you had to do was play with her for, like, 30 minutes and then put her to bed.
Pam: What possible explanation could you have for possibly being here? I don't... You know, babies shouldn't have ice cream, by the way.
Erin: I'm sorry. I just really wanted to see Andy. You guys made it sound so unmissable, and you set me up with a car seat and everything.
Jim: Well, the car seat was to take her to the hospital, or...
Erin: Oh, no, why would I take her to the hospital?
Pam: You know what? It doesn't matter. It doesn't matter.
Erin: Why don't I just take her home and let you guys finish, and then you should stay out as late as you want.
Jim: No, we're good. Thank you, though.
Erin: Okay. Alright, bye Cece.

Pam: Okay.
Jim: Alright, well, we're never leaving the house again.
Pam: Not together!

Darryl: You didn't have to boo him.
Michael Scott: Well, he was getting a lot of applause, and I just didn't think it was indicative of how people were really feeling.
Darryl: How would you like it if we booed you?
Michael Scott: That would never happen.
Darryl: Boo! Boo!
Michael Scott: Okay. I appreciate the feedback.
Darryl: Boo! Boo!
[aside to camera:]
Michael Scott: I don't like that at all.

Andy: These would have been your seats. Best seats in the house. Lots of people think it would be the front row, but actually, right here, this is where the speakers converge, and the sound just, like, nails you right here.
Erin: This is awesome.

Jim: [attempting to move car seat] It's like The Hurt Locker!
Pam: This night was a disaster.
Jim: No, it was not a disaster. It was weird, but it wasn't a disaster. I think we have, like, a gift bottle of Irish cream.
Pam: Yeah?
Jim: We could put that in orange juice.
Pam: Get it.
Jim: Yeah?
Pam: Let's get our juice on.
Jim: Yeah!

Darryl: Andy, sing us another song.
Andy: Thanks, but I feel like a loner right now.
Phyllis: Oh, come on, Andy, you were the highlight.
Michael Scott: Come on, Andy, seriously.
All: Andy! Andy! Andy! Andy! Andy!
Andy: Okay, all right, all right, all right. [singing as Darryl plays the piano] I try to say good-bye and I choke try to walk away and I stumble though I try to hide it, it's clear my world crumbles when you are not here I play it off, but I'm dreaming of you I keep my cool, but I'm finding I try to say good-bye and I choke try to walk away and I stumble though I try and hide it, it's clear my world crumbles when you are not here my world it crumbles when you are not here.