Creed: I hate devil's food.
Jim: I think Meredith-
Creed: Screw Meredith. I don't think it's fair to let someone else pick the cake on my birthday.
Jim: Everybody's birthday.
Creed: Today is actually my birthday and I wanna pick the cake.
Jim: What you want?
Creed: I want pie. I want peach pie.
Jim: You want a birthday pie?
Creed: I want a nice cobbler.
Jim: I'm gonna talk to Angela to see what we can do.
Creed: I don't care who you talk to, just make it happen.
Jim: It'll be Angela.
Creed: You tell her it's for Creed. She'll know what that means.