Michael Scott: Dwight, I will be leaving tomorrow.
Dwight K. Schrute: Yes?
Michael Scott: So I wanted to give you that. It's a letter of recommendation.
[aside to camera:]
Dwight K. Schrute: This is gonna be good. [clears throat] "To whom it may concern." Good, real personal.
Thanks, Michael. "The dictionary defines 'superlative' as 'of the highest kind, quality, or order, surpassing all else or others; supreme.'" That's great. If I wanted the dictionary definition, I'd buy a dictionary. "I define it as Dwight Schrute. As a sales executive, as a leader, as a man, and as a friend, he is of the highest kind, quality, and order; supreme." [getting emotional] Lots more like that. Really repetitive. [finding business card] What's this? "2:45 behind the building, paintball."

Jim: So I've been meaning to tell you. I want to take you out for lunch. For your last day. What do you think? Tomorrow? Lunch? You and me?
Michael Scott: [unenthusiastic] Okay.
Jim: You're not leaving tomorrow. You're leaving today, right?
Michael Scott: [crying] Maybe.
Jim: Wow, so that's it, huh? Just 4:00 and you are gone for good.
Michael Scott: Why am I so sad? Am I doing the wrong thing?
Jim: Absolutely not. It's just that sometimes goodbyes are a bitch. [chuckles]
Michael Scott: [into recorder] T-shirt idea. "Goodbyes stink." Okay. All right. So... James Halpert, you started with this company [breaking up] as a fine young man.
Jim: You know what I think we should do? I think we should just save the goodbyes for tomorrow. At lunch.
Michael Scott: Oh. Okay.
Jim: And then tomorrow, I can tell you [clears throat] what a great boss you turned out to be. Best boss I ever had.

Michael Scott: Phyllis. Mm-hmm.
Phyllis: Oh, they're still not done.
Michael Scott: Oh, no, no, no. Let me see. Oh, Phyllis. Nice try. I love 'em. [walks away, turns back and looks at everyone]
Creed: [catching Michael watching them all] See ya tomorrow, boss.
Michael Scott: Later, guys.

Michael Scott: [to camera] Well, I guess this is it. Hey, will you guys let me know if this ever airs? Thank you. All right. [removes microphone] Oh. This is gonna feel so good getting this thing off my chest. [speaks, inaudible]
[A shoeless Pam walks up to Michael and gives him a hug. She watches as he walks away]

Michael Scott: Dwight, I don't own Dunder Mifflin, okay? The job was not mine to give. Look, I need your advice on something. I am told that there are bears in the Rockies.
Dwight K. Schrute: Where did you hear that? Obvious XM radio?
Michael Scott: Well, I was just thinking that maybe I should keep a salami in my pocket...
Dwight K. Schrute: Great idea.
Michael Scott: In order to feed the bears.
Dwight K. Schrute: Especially if you think that life would be better without legs!
Michael Scott: How do you mean?
Dwight K. Schrute: Black bears can smell a salami at five Miles, Michael. What are you thinking? And they run faster than a horse. So if you were thinking about outrunning them on a horse, I would try a cheetah. You in tight pants, Michael, are a salami to a black bear. Do you understand?
Michael Scott: Mm-hmm.
Dwight K. Schrute: You're like a giant walking salami.
Michael Scott: Okay, so no salami in the pants. How about a pepperoni?
Dwight K. Schrute: Any kind of meat you can possibly name. Okay.

Michael Scott: Okay, everybody, come on. Conference room, five seconds! Here we go! Hurry up! Let's do this!
Stanley: Yes. What is this about?
Michael Scott: What is this meeting about?
Stanley: Mm-hmm.
Michael Scott: All right. Well... Okay. Here we are in the conference room. Once again. And I just wanted to call you all here together because I have something important. Well, there's two things, actually. Okay, first, I would like a whereabouts on Pam, and, secondly, Phyllis, how are those mittens coming? Because I would actually like to bring them home and pack them, and I am leaving for the day at 4:00.
Phyllis: They're almost done, but my knuckles are swelling a little, and I-
Michael Scott: Well, power through the arthritis, Phyllis. You can do it.

Michael Scott: Well, I'm moving to Colorado to start my new life with Holly. Just up here getting used to the altitude.

Dwight K. Schrute: Michael?
Michael Scott: Yes?
Dwight K. Schrute: I've got a treat for you.
Michael Scott: Oh, thank you. Like a butler.
Dwight K. Schrute: Colorado specialty: Rocky Mountain oysters.
Michael Scott: Wow, those do not taste like oysters.
Dwight K. Schrute: That's because they're not oysters. They're bull testicles! I cut them off fresh this morning! Ha!
Michael Scott: Sick freak. What is wrong with you? What is wrong with you?
Dwight K. Schrute: I'm the sick freak? After what you did, you expect to be buttled? After you didn't recommend me?

Andy: Hi, Jim.
[aside to camera:]
Jim: You guys are filming people when they go to the bathroom now?

Michael Scott: There they are. The party planning committee together again.
Pam: Well, we all wanted to plan your good-bye party. We thought this would be easier. We thought.
[later, all together to camera:]
Angela: It's an experiment.
Phyllis: The three of us have all been chairmen before.
Pam: So this is the dream team.
Meredith: [outside] Hey! What are you saying?
Angela: The dream team and Meredith.