Michael Scott: Shut up, Oscar. Hey, all right, you know what, clearly I'm outnumbered here, but can I just say one thing, please? What is so wrong about me? I'm caring. I'm generous. I'm sensual. Is it really so horrible that I could possibly go out and find happiness.
Phyllis: Good luck, Michael, I hope you find what you're looking for.
Oscar: Maybe you're right, who are we to-
Pam: Shut up, Oscar. What is wrong with all of you, he is sleeping with my mother!
Dwight K. Schrute: I don't think there's a whole lot of sleeping going on.