Phyllis: Isn't this fun? Not wearing shoes?
Angela: I wish some of us still had our shoes on.
Kevin: Stop it. It's a disease. I told you.

Carole: I thought you said this was a costume party.
Michael Scott: What does that look like to you?
Carole: An Indian woman in a sari.

Michael Scott: Oh, yuck, oh-
Carole: What, is it too spicy?
Michael Scott: No. These s'mores are disgusting.
Carole: They're not s'mores, they're samosas.
Michael Scott: Do you think they have any s'mores? [to camera:] All they are is chocolate, graham cracker and marshmallow. How difficult would that have been?

Pam: I decided to come. I feel a little underdressed, but at least I'm not dressed like a slutty cheerleader, right? Is that mean?

Michael Scott: Wow! Thirty years. And you two only met once before the wedding night?
Kelly's Dad: Yes.
Michael Scott: Wow.
Kelly's Dad: How long have you been married to the cheerleader?
Michael Scott: Oh, she's not a cheerleader! She thought this was a costume party. No, we're not married. Yet.
Kelly's Mom: She is very fair.
Michael Scott: She is very fair. Very fair and very kind. So, tell me, is your marriage the kind of thing where when you die, she has to throw herself on a fire? No, okay. It's still very cool. Okay, thanks.

Michael Scott: Could I have your attention, please? Thank you. Hi. Sorry, I just have an announcement to make. Okay. I have learned a lot about Indian culture tonight, but I have learned even more about love. And I know you're all thinking, "Who is this crazy gringo and what is he talking about?" Well, I'm not crazy. Maybe I'm crazy in love. So, without further ado, Carole, Carole Stills, I would like you to do me the honor of making me your husband.
Carole: Oh, Michael.
Michael Scott: What do you say?
Carole: Can we talk about this in private?
Michael Scott: I didn't hear you?
Carole: Can we talk about this in private?
Michael Scott: Oh, you gotta be kidding.

Andy: [singing] I went to the doctor I went to the mountains I looked to the children-
Karen: Andy, no a cappella.
Andy: I looked to the children I drank from the fountain [Jim joins] There's more than one answer to these questions Pointing me in a crooked line. Wait.
Andy & Jim: The less I seek my source
Karen: Oh, come on, guys, please.
Andy & Jim: The closer I am to fine
Andy: The closer I am to fine
Karen: That's not good.
Andy: Tuna! Are you kidding me?

Michael Scott: Pam, when Carole said, "No," tonight, I think I finally realized how you must be feeling. We're both the victims of broken engagements.
Pam: Well, you were never really engaged.
Michael Scott: I was in that marriage arena, though.

Pam: What are you doing?
Michael Scott: What are you doing?
Pam: I'm rejecting your kiss.
Michael Scott: I- What? I didn't- Can I have a ride home?
Pam: If you sit in the back.

Jim: Hey, can I have a ride, man? I have my bike.
Andy: No way, dude. I am not driving home. I brought an inflatable bed for just such occasions. You're welcome to share it, though. It's a roomy twin.
Jim: I'm good.