Dwight K. Schrute: Damn it, Jim, you cannot throw snowballs in here!
Jim: Well, it's not a snowball, 'cause it's only a dusting. Right?
Dwight K. Schrute: Look at that. There's a pebble in there. You coulda killed me.
Phyllis: Oh, don't be such a baby.
Stanley: Yeah, who's a little girl now?
Dwight K. Schrute: You apologize to me right now.
Jim: You've got something on your nose.
Dwight K. Schrute: You apologize right now.
Jim: No.
Dwight K. Schrute: Very well. Then I challenge you to a snowball fight on the first real snow of winter.
Jim: You got it.