Phyllis: Mmm, what you got?
Michael Scott: PB&J, my mom's recipe! [throws sandwich to Phyllis]
Angela: Michael, Deangelo has a peanut allergy!
Deangelo: I need a wide berth. I need a wide berth from those nuts.
Stanley: What are you doing? Have you lost your mind?
Michael Scott: I think Kevin wants one. Kevin, here you go!
Oscar: Michael, this is serious! Do you know what happens if Deangelo touches a peanut?
Michael Scott: What?
Deangelo: Michael, the last time I was exposed to a peanut, I was itching for three days, okay? I had to take baths constantly. I missed the O.J. verdict. I had to read about it in the paper like an idiot.
Jim: Wait, so, you don't go into shock or die or anything?
Deangelo: No, Jim, not everything is life or death. I want to feel comfortable.
Michael Scott: Oscar, here you go. [throws sandwich]
Deangelo: [uses clipboard to bat away sandwich] You're getting nut particles all in the air!
Michael Scott: No one had a problem with the air here until you came around.