Michael Scott: All right, who wants to party?
Oscar: Why aren't you in New York?
Michael Scott: Oh-ho, what?! Oh, I think I faked Oscar out.
Stanley: You said you weren't coming back and we could leave early.
Michael Scott: I think I faked Stanley out too. Who else thought that I was leaving, and they could all go home early? Gotcha, gotcha, gotcha. Well, who needs New York? Right? We can have a killer party right here in Scranton.
Angela: Thank you.
Michael Scott: No, no, no, no. It's gonna be nothing like the party you've been planning. This is going to be good. And everybody's gonna come.