David: Okay, I am going back to New York. Pam, do me a favor, don't send me those notes.
Pam: Okay.
David: I am gone.

David: Hi, everyone.
Kelly: Hi.
Dwight K. Schrute: Hi.
David: Look, it's no secret-
Kevin: Hi.
David: Hello. Uh, it is no secret that Michael Scott has siphoned off a large chunk of our core business. And I'm here and I just want to reassure everyone that we think this is just a temporary setback.
Phyllis: Maybe, and I don't know, if you had just returned Michael's call, none of us would've lost clients.
David: I've been wondering that myself lately.

David: [to Jim] God, I hate these parties. You wanna sneak out back and shoot some hoops? Meet me outside in two minutes.

David: No. I did not know that Michael was dating Holly.

Michael Scott: Dwight and I were just having a very unfortunate conversation.
David: That's too bad.
Michael Scott: Yes, it is. But it had to be done, didn't it?
David: Hopefully nothing that can't be undone, because, Dwight, I owe you an apology. The head of Blue Cross just called. They were so excited by the golden ticket discount that they have decided to make Dunder Mifflin their exclusive provider of all office supplies. Congratulations, Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: You're welcome, David. You're welcome.

David: I just want to say that this golden ticket idea is one of the most brilliant signs of initiative I've ever seen at this company, and how about a big round of applause for Mr. Dwight Schrute!
Jim: All right, Dwight!
David: This is huge.
Dwight K. Schrute: That's what she said.
David: Very funny.

David: Welcome to the 43rd Annual Company Picnic, everybody. Thanks for being here. Now, a couple of employees have volunteered to entertain us with a song.
Michael Scott: [shouting] Uh, it's a sketch now.
David: Okay, introducing Scranton's Michael Scott performing with Nashua's Holly Flax! I have not seen this.

David: [on the phone] Listen, I shouldn't tell you this, but the company has a buyer. The board will have no choice to approve. They are going to clean house.
Michael Scott: What does that mean?
David: I'll be fired.
Michael Scott: Well, can't Alan protect you?
David: Alan will be out, too. All of us.
Michael Scott: All of us?
David: Goodbye, Michael.

Mrs. Wallace: Hey, honey. How's your day going? Did you do anything cool?
David: Uh, no, sweetie. I just hung out.
Mrs. Wallace: Oh, 'cause I saw you had shoes on, so I didn't know if you did anything.
David: No. Just hanging out, honey. You remember Michael.

David: [singing and playing keyboard as his son, Teddy, plays the drums] Well, it's a mess, what a mess. What you gonna do? You're going to take out your Suck It and you suck it. Suck it. Yeah, take out your Suck It and you suck it.
Teddy: Suck it!
David: Yeah!
Teddy: Suck it!
David: Yeah!
Teddy: Suck it!
David: Yeah! Take out the Suck It and we'll...
Teddy: Suck it!
David: Yeah!
Teddy: Suck it!
David: Yeah!
Both: Take out my Suck It and we'll suck it.
David: Yeah! Teddy!
Teddy: Yeah.