Vikram: I thought Nana raised some good questions. What kind of a name is Nana?
Pam: It means grandmother.
Vikram: Oh, sweet Jesus. Look, I'm sorry to do this, but can you drop me back at the telemarketing building?
[later:]
Vikram: You know, Michael? You want to succeed? You got to apply the same- [Michael slams car door]

Michael Scott: Yeah, I know. Two not-so-great things in a row. Ehhhh, well. Stuff happens, right? At least we got Ryan. The Rye-guy. We should call him Rye bread. We don't have to call him that. Unless you like it. We could call him that.
Pam: I can't do this.
Michael Scott: What's that?
Pam: I can't do this. I had a real job. I sat ten feet away from my fiance. I had health benefits. I was just feeling impulsive. I should have gotten a tiny tattoo on my ankle.
Michael Scott: Bleugh.
Pam: I just keep getting bored. And I let things build up and build up and then I - I, I do something too big, like this. Who does this?

Michael Scott: Well, you know what? My mom always used to say that average people are the most special people in the world. And that's why God made so many.
Pam: We don't have any money. We don't have an office. We don't have anything.
Michael Scott: Well, we should make a list. Lists are good. Lists are good. Lists are good. First on the list, let's get you out of the car. All right. [Pam tosses list out car window] Okay...
Pam: How come out of everyone in the office, I'm the only one that went with you? Is it because I'm that stupid? I mean, your own grandmother doesn't even believe in you!

Michael Scott: [on the phone] You gotta have some extra space. Billy, work with me here. There's gotta be some sort of secret office that you have... lurkin' around... some awesome, free, keep it off the books... Oh, no. Not there. That would be humiliating.
[aside to camera:]
Michael Scott: I did what I had to do. I stepped in. I took charge. That's what being a man is. And earlier today, I was freaking out. Pam stepped up. She was the man. Don't think a woman can be a man? Well, then that's your stereotype, not mine.

Michael Scott: You know what they say, keep your friends close. [points to office park sign where "Dunder Mifflin" is listed just above "Michael Scott Pap"]

Charles: Michael, you're back.
Michael Scott: Yes, I am, Charles. Except this time, you have no legal right to kick me out, because I have started my very own paper company right here in the building. If I were you, Charles Miner, I would watch your step. Because the Michael Scott Paper Company is about to open a big ol' can of whoopass on Dunder Mifflin. Actually a six pack. We're gonna open a six pack of whoopass. He looks scared.

Jim: Charles is having Kevin cover the phones for a while. How do I say this diplomatically? I think Kevin is doing exactly as well as anyone might have expected someone like him to perform in a position like that.

Michael Scott: Oh, good. My hooker's here. [laughs] Hi.
Pam: Michael, you were expecting me, right?
Michael Scott: Yes, I was. Yes, I was.
Pam: Are you wearing anything under the robe?
Michael Scott: That is inappropriate, Pam. Come on in.

Pam: This looks great, Michael.
Michael Scott: Thank you. Would you like some french toast?
Pam: Yes, please.
Michael Scott: What shape?
Pam: Square is fine.

Charles: Just want to fill you in on a few details. As you know, I will be running the branch while we search for Michael's replacement. So please feel free to come to me with any questions or concerns. [Kelly raises hand] Yeah.
Kelly: Where will you be staying while you're in Scranton?
Charles: Staying, uh, in a hotel.
Angela: Charles, where were you born?
Charles: Actually, I meant questions more about the day-to-day operations of the company. 'kay. [Andy raises hand] Yeah.
Andy: How are operations of the company? Just, day-to day.
Charles: Okay, let's go over non-discretionary cuts. Okay, guys?