Andy: I am okay if I lose every single contest today. Honestly. Because I see these contests as an opportunity for me to demonstrate what a good sport I am. Mallard. [Andy throws a rock, a duck quacks]

Pam: [to camera] There's nothing better than a beautiful day at the beach, filled with sun, surf and diligent note-taking.
Michael Scott: [o.s.] Pam, you're missing things!

Michael Scott: Okay, Pam, I have another little project for you.
Pam: Does it have to do with these shopping bags filled with hot dogs?
Michael Scott: Smart as a whip! Yes. These are pre-cooked, so it's not absolutely necessary, but I would appreciate it if you could heat up 800 hot dogs for a little contest I'm going to be having. I would greatly appreciate it.
Pam: When's the contest?
Michael Scott: Like, um, 10 minutes?

Michael Scott: A good manager has got to be hungry. Hungry for success.

Michael Scott: Come on, the winner gets a big, big prize.
Meredith: What is it?
Michael Scott: I can't say.
Jim: You can't say? Or you can't pronounce it?
Michael Scott: The winner gets regional manager salary for a year and a Sebring and the feeling that they're making a difference in the world.
Kelly: Can we just take those first two things?
Michael Scott: The winner of today gets my job. Okay? I'm interviewing for a job at corporate. And they're only interviewing a handful of people, and I'm the most qualified, and I'll probably get it, all right?
Dwight K. Schrute: You're leaving?
Michael Scott: I didn't wanna tell anybody. I didn't wanna cast a pall over our fun Beach Day. But you know what? I don't know who to recommend, because, frankly, nobody's stepping up.

Michael Scott: And the winner is Andy Bernard Team USA! with 14 hot dogs!
Andy: One came up.
Michael Scott: Thirteen hot dogs, everybody.

Creed: [holding a fish carcass] Damn it! Nobody told me we were gonna have hot dogs.

Michael Scott: It's very simple. There are only three rules. You must not touch the ground. You must not step outside of the ring. And you must always wear the safety mittens.
Stanley: We don't have any safety mittens.
Michael Scott: Probably left them in the trunk of my car. It's all right. Here we go.

Michael Scott: Urgh. Who's ahead in points?
Pam: I think they're even. At various times you gave Jim 10 points, Dwight a gold star, and Stanley a thumbs-up. And I don't really know how to compare those units.
Michael Scott: Well, check to see if there is a conversion chart in that notebook.
Pam: I really doubt it, Michael.
Michael Scott: Please, just check.

Michael Scott: Meanwhile, the rest of us will have a super-fun time defeating our fear and creating a lasting memory walking through fire!