Dwight K. Schrute: Uh, excuse me. Trying to get work done. Some people don't care about Jim's new sports job in Phila-Whatever.
Jim: So you know my job has something to do with sports, but you don't know the end of the word "Philadelphia"?
Dwight K. Schrute: Philadelphia. From the greek phila meaning "love," and adelph, meaning "Adolf", "the city that loves Adolf." Good luck with your new enterprise and don't wear the blue striped shirt. It makes your neck look like an old mop handle.

Erin: Oh, hey, guys, the Christmas party is today. Merry Christmas, everyone!
Angela: No.
Nellie: Is It?
Erin: I mean, it says "X-Mas party," but I think we all know what that's code for.
Kevin: So we're not going to have a Christmas party this year? Angela, how could you do this to us?
Angela: Oh, right, like I'm responsible 'cause I'm in charge of the party planning committee.
Kevin: Well, you are the one in charge of it.
Angela: Don't blame me for something we all forgot.
Oscar: Yeah, let's not blame her for something we all forgot.
[aside to camera:]
Oscar: I didn't realize how many of Angela's opinions I agreed with, until she tried to have my kneecap shattered for sleeping with her husband. She makes a lot of very sound points.

Pam: [clears throat] The party planning committee, minus Angela, has decided that we're all going to do Dwight's Christmas.
Dwight K. Schrute: Yes! Yeah! [high fives Jim] Yeah! Okay! Yes! It's a Christmas Miracle! [high fives Pam] Yeah! Woo-Hoo!
Pam: Dwight, there is one rule that you need to take very seriously.
Dwight K. Schrute: Uh-huh.
Pam: And that is...
Dwight K. Schrute: Uh, Oh.
Pam: That there are no rules.
Dwight K. Schrute: You have never been cooler.

Jim: I'm having second thoughts about one of the shirts I packed. The blue one with the stripes.
Pam: I'm sure it's fine. It's a blue shirt.
Jim: Well, yeah, but I'm wondering if it's too blue. Like, am I making a statement with the blueness?
[aside to camera:]
Jim: I am leaving early today for Philly, because tomorrow is the first day of my new job. So I figure I'd get in at 5:00, check into a hotel at about 6:00 so I can get a real good night of restless sleep and nervous puking.

Meredith: [scoffs] We're out there sweating our balls off every day, bustin' our balls. We deserve a Christmas party!

Pete: I'm just hoping German terrorists don't take over this Christmas party. Make me go all John McClane on their asses.
Erin: Wait, German terrorists? That's oddly specific. And I think- I think you mean John McCain.
Pete: "Die Hard" reference.
Erin: I haven't seen it.
Pete: You haven't seen "Die Hard"?

Jim: We're thinking of collaborating with Mike Schmidt on some of his charity work.
Stanley: I love Philly. Dirty town.

Toby: You know who's not gonna get to work on some exciting new startup this year? George Howard Scubb, a.k.a. the alleged Scranton Strangler, because he's in prison for something he may not have done.
Nellie: I'm sorry, the--Uh, the Scranton who?
Toby: The Scranton strangler. George Howard Skub. Haven't I told you about the jury I was on a couple years ago?
Nellie: [gasps] Oh, what happened? I mean, if you can talk about it, obviously. Because if you can't, I mean, I understand.
Toby: I- I could... I could talk about it.
Stanley: [pats Nellie on the shoulder as he walks out] See you next Christmas.
Toby: I could, sure. Have a seat. I would start at the beginning, but I think I need to go farther back.

Pam: We are the party planning committee, and we did not get where we are by playing it safe. We got here by being risk takers. And, yeah, Dwight's party is gonna be terrible. Maybe. Maybe it's not. Maybe it's going to be great. And if it's great... I think we all know what that would mean to us.
Phyllis: Let's do it!
Pam: Yes! Phyllis!
Angela: No. I don't want my name attached to this party.
Pam: What does that even mean? Where would your name appear?
Angela: Please just take my name off of everything.
Oscar: Just take her name off of everything.

Pam: What is it? [Jim lifts the hog maw with a fork] Don't touch it.
Dwight K. Schrute: [Comes running up at startles Pam] Somebody's found the hog maw.
Pam: Oh!
Dwight K. Schrute: What? It's a Pennsylvania Dutch specialty. Hog maw. That's a beauty, isn't it? I don't even want to tell you what it's made of until after you try it.
Stanley: Ugh. I'm not eating mystery meat.
Dwight K. Schrute: It is stuffed pig stomach. And, after we finish it, we get to break the pig rib.