Dwight K. Schrute: Hey, where are you going?
Jim: I have to go to Philly. But this was amazing. Okay.
Dwight K. Schrute: But you work tomorrow.
Jim: Yeah, I know, I'd just like to settle in and get a good night's sleep.
Dwight K. Schrute: But we were gonna break the pig rib.
Jim: Ooh.
Dwight K. Schrute: Remember?
Jim: That's right.
Dwight K. Schrute: No matter! Belsnickel cares not about this- Off with you!
Jim: Perfect. Merry Christmas, everybody.
Dwight K. Schrute: Wait, wait, wait, wait! Don't you want to know your present?
Jim: You know what? Yeah. Have at it.
Dwight K. Schrute: Jim Halpert. Cheer or fear? Belsnickel is here! [Jim holds his hands like a bowl] I judge your year as impish. [hits Jim with stick]
Jim: Oh! Are you nuts?
Dwight K. Schrute: [hits Jim thrice more] I judge you impish!
Jim: Ow! Ow! Okay, that is three, and you didn't hit anybody that hard.
Dwight K. Schrute: They're not abandoning the party.