Michael Scott: I want a party that makes me feel like I am flying through the air without this ugly weight holding me down. You know? I want an anti-gravity machine. I saw it in a movie. You drink a potion, and then you just start floating all around.
Pam: So how much anti-gravity potion do you want?
Angela: No, you know what? This is not a party-planning committee anymore. And I don't want your foot money, and I feel uncomfortable participating.
Michael Scott: Phyllis. Can you do this?
Phyllis: Yes.