Angela: Maybe I'll bring my boyfriend. I'll invite him.
Michael Scott: Okay. Sure.
Angela: I mean, unless there's any chance there could be press at this party.
Michael Scott: You never know about the press.
Angela: Well, I only ask because he's a senator.
Michael Scott: Could he help us with some parking tickets?
Angela: I don't think that's appropriate.
Michael Scott: Well, then he's not a senator.
Angela: Yes, he is.
Michael Scott: Okay.

Michael Scott: Oh, no, no, no, no! Fake tree. No, no!
Pam: No, it has the little...
Michael Scott: Pam, no, no. Holly's coming from New Hampshire. Somebody from New Hampshire looks at that and thinks it's a burning cross.

Michael Scott: [scats] There's nothing classier than boring Jazz music. I am here to tell ya. And I made a bit of a judgment call. I hired one musician, because I thought, what's better, to hire an entire quartet for half an hour, or one bassist for the entire day?

Pam: Hey, uh, any volunteers to come with me to go buy a Christmas tree?
Kevin: I would, but I don't want to get dirty. There might be girls at the party.
Pam: Why do you always think that girls are gonna be at the party? No one invited girls. It's just us.

Andy: I will help. Although my 'brid, my hybrid, my Prius hybrid, won't fit a tree. Which is ironic, considering how many trees it saves on a daily basis.
Kevin: Yeah.
Andy: I do, however, have a hookup with a dude who has a pickup.
Pam: Oh, do you mean Darryl? That's a great idea. I'll ask him.
Andy: You know Darryl?
Pam: Yeah. He works here. We all know him.
Andy: I should come along, just 'cause he's my, you know, he's my hookup.

Holly: Hi.
Erin: Hello.
Holly: Is there any way I can get a hand with these, please?
Erin: I'm really sorry, I can't help you. I'm waiting for my boss' pretty friend to arrive.

Holly: Hi.
Kevin: Did you bring us anything from Nashua?
Holly: Oh, yeah. I brought um, some maple candy. But I have to admit, I got a little hungry on the drive, and I ate some of them.
Michael Scott: That's adorable.
Holly: Would you put those out?
Erin: To throw out? Or put out, like, six pieces for everyone?
Holly: Oh, it's so nice to be back. It looks beautiful in here. Super classy. It's like a party for limousine drivers.

Holly: That is a really good point. AJ said he hadn't seen any of the Toy Story movies.
Michael Scott: You're kidding me. Ah!
Holly: No. I know. I was like, "What? Are you serious?"
Michael Scott: What a douche bag!
Holly: Get a life!
Michael Scott: Get a... yeah! Good riddance.
Holly: We sat down and we watched them all in one day.
Michael Scott: Mmhmm.
Holly: Now he's the biggest Toy Story fanatic ever.
Michael Scott: Good for him.
Holly: [holding Woody] Next day I found him in my bed.
Michael Scott: Really? That's creepy. How did AJ get in your house?
Holly: We live together.
Michael Scott: Oh, you do?
Holly: He had a little note pinned to him that said, "You've got a friend in me."
Michael Scott: [fighting back tears] Yeah, Randy Newman's the best.
Holly: Yeah. I love him.
Michael Scott: Me too.

Andy: [singing] Christmas tree, Christmas tree. Won't you be my Christmas tree.
Pam: Hey, how about this one?
Andy: Eh, seems a little full of itself, right? Kind of a pretty boy? What if we got a really beat up one, like on Charlie Brown. And we just loved it for what it is?

Pam: Hey guys, the tree's here.
Michael Scott: Hey.
Andy: Nobody hug me, I'm covered in tree sap, so...
Oscar: Why would someone hug you?