Phyllis: Come on, Dwight, you're making this up.
Dwight K. Schrute: No.
Oscar: [reading article on his phone] This is a real thing. "Belsnickel is a crotchety, fur-clad gift giver related to other companions of St. Nicholas in the folklore of southwestern Germany."
Angela: Huh.
Pam: Wow.
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay, great. Seriously, you guys? Now you believe in Dwight's traditions, when some democrat looks it up on Wikipedia?
Oscar: "His partner, Zwarte Piet, or black Peter, a slave boy, often portrayed in colorful pantaloons and blackface."
Stanley: Uh-Uh. No, Dwight. No.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, come on. We don't blindly stick to every outmoded aspect of our traditions. Come on, get with the spirit of it, you guys. [texts Nate who is just arriving dresed as Zwarte Piet; Nate turns around and goes back to his car]

[As Darryl drinks gluwhein in his office:]
Darryl: Jim, that guy. [scoffs] You gotta stick to your word! Like when you say something to a buddy, a real buddy... What are you gonna do, lie? To your buddy? [sighs] It's awful.

Darryl: I'm gonna tell Jim to go [bleep] himself.

Erin: Do you think Andy would ever jump off an exploding building tied to a hose for me?
Pete: Yeah. Definitely. [Erin starts to cry] Hey, what's- Oh, no, come here. [starts to put his arm around Erin] Hey, hey. Come on, huh?
Erin: [sliding away from Pete] I'm still Andy's girlfriend.
Pete: Oh, yeah, of course. I know. [starts to pull his arm away]
Erin: But you can leave your arm.

Pam: Dwight, want me to get you some eggnog?
Dwight K. Schrute: No, thanks. I'll just have another dumatril. Jim taught me this really cool way to take it. You crush it into a powder, and you snort it up your butt.
Jim: [returning] Yep, I did say that.
Pam: Jim!
Jim: What's going on? Where's the Belsnickel?
Pam: Oh- Oh my god!
[Pam walks over to hug Jim, but Dwight runs and hugs Jim first]

Jim: What are you doing? Last time I saw you, you were whipping me out of the building.
Dwight K. Schrute: [holds his finger to Jim's lips] Shh. Let's not speak of that. The pig rib! We could totally break the pig rib! I'm gonna dig it out of the trash! [high fives Jim]

Pam: What happened? Did you miss your bus?
Jim: No, I just missed my wife. [kisses and hugs Pam]
Dwight K. Schrute: [holding the pig rib] I found it!
Jim: And I found out that there's a bus at 5:00 a.m.

Darryl: You!
Jim: Oh, hey, man. [as Darryl storms up to him] Oh, you know what? Before I forget again, I talked to the guys about hiring you. They're gonna bring you in for an interview.
Darryl: ... That's great.
Jim: Right?
Darryl: Thanks, man.
Jim: Hey, of course.
Darryl: I shall come by at your convenience.
Jim: Thank you, sir.
Darryl: [claps his hands, spins around] Whoo!
Jim: Go get 'em.
[Darryl falls back onto the food table, which falls to the ground]
Dwight K. Schrute: Very impish.

Toby: Two dimes, seven nickels- Well, okay, no, that doesn't add up. It was one quarter and-
Nellie: Shh.
Toby: What? I was just explaining-
Nellie: Shh.
Toby: Why wouldn't it-
Nellie: Shh.
Toby: But why?
Nellie: No. More. Talking.
Toby: Are you gonna kiss me?
Nellie: Yes. [kisses Toby]
[Toby takes his glasses off as he and Nellie start making out]