Michael Scott: Oh, my life.
Dwight K. Schrute: [through a megaphone] Michael, what's wrong?
Michael Scott: Everything is wrong, Dwight. The stress of my modern office has made me depressed.
Dwight K. Schrute: Depressed? Isn't that just a fancy word for feeling bummed out?
Michael Scott: Dwight, you ignorant slut!
[aside to camera:]
Jim: Well, you know, the first performance was a little off, but I really think they hit their stride in the second show. Uh. I might even bring my parents tomorrow to the matinee. [Michael starts shouting again] Oh, excuse me. It's my favorite part.