Erin: You did this?
Michael Scott: No, I was just check- Yes. Yes, I did. Yeah, yeah.
Erin: Why don't you like him?
Michael Scott: What is there to like? He's just- He's a weird, little skeevy guy with no waist. Why do you care whether we like him or not?
Erin: I care if you like him.
Michael Scott: Why? I'm not your father. [Erin looks sad] ... All right.
Erin: Okay.
Michael Scott: Go to your room.
Erin: What? [confused]
Michael Scott: Go to your room young lady!
Erin: Um, I'm not going to my room.
Michael Scott: You listen to me. You listen good. You are are not, to see that boy, anymore.
Erin: You listen to me. You are not to tell me what to do.
Michael Scott: As long as you are living under this roof you are going to do what I say.
Erin: I hate your roof!
Michael Scott: Oh, do not raise your voice to me!
Erin: I'll raise it how I want! I'll raise the roof!
Michael Scott: Gah, I will pull this car over!
Erin: I hate it! I hate your car!