Waitress: Have you decided?
Mr. Grotti: I'll have the linguine, red sauce on the side. If the sauce does not come on the side, I will send it back. I want garlic bread, toasted, not burnt. If it comes burnt, I will send it back.
Waitress: Okay, sir. And for you, sir?
Michael Scott: I will have the gabba-gool.
Waitress: The what?
Michael Scott: The gabba-gool.
Waitress: I don't- I don't really know what that is.
Andy: You know, gabba-gool.
Michael Scott: I don't have to have that.
Dwight K. Schrute: What he's trying to say is gabba-gool.
Waitress: I don't really think that we have that.
Michael Scott: That's okay.
Dwight K. Schrute: Bring him the gabba-gool!
Michael Scott: I will have the spaghetti. With a side salad.
Waitress: Okay.
Michael Scott: If the salad is on top, I will send it back.

Kevin: Jim's gone on his honeymoon. So I started borrowing his office to fart in. Then one day, I came in, and I just stayed, 'cause this place is awesome. It feels like home now. Even better than my home. My home sucks.

Oscar: Okay, who else is here? [to camera:] Pam and Jim are on their honeymoon, so there's not the usual balance between sane and others. Toby has mentally checked out since June. It's a very dangerous time. The coalition for reason is extremely weak.

Michael Scott: If there is one thing I hate more than the mafia, it is a liar. I wish the mafia would go out and kill all the liars. And bury them in my yard. And I wouldn't tell the cops a thing. Not that I would be lying, per se. But I would just get really quiet all of a sudden.

Michael Scott: There is nothing more insulting to a great salesman than having to listen to a bad salesman. It's like a great basketball player having to listen to a bad basketball player.

Meredith: The weekend.
Michael Scott: Yeah! That's good. Come on up. Meredith, come up here. Let's do a little something. So Meredith and I just started conversing, and I will say, "So Meredith, how was your weekend? What did you do?"
Meredith: Well, I caught my son taking a dump on the upper part of the toilet.
Michael Scott: All right.
Meredith: He calls it an upper-decker.

Michael Scott: [into dictaphone] The fundamentals of business by Michael Scott. Over 1 billion sold. More than the Bible. I'm not surprised. Chapter one. The businessman...

Michael Scott: Wait. When did we start talking about the mob? The guy was trying to sell me insurance.
Andy: All Mobsters have a front. Sometimes it's selling insurance. Sometimes it's waste management or sanitation.
Oscar: For the record, not all Italian-Americans are in the mafia.
Michael Scott: I think- He just seemed like he was trying to sell me insurance.
Andy: Yeah. "Buy my insurance, or I burn your warehouse down."
Dwight K. Schrute: Exactly.
Michael Scott: He did talk about a fire in the warehouse. And he also vaguely threatened me with testicular cancer.

Jim: [on speaker phone] Hello?
Michael Scott: Jim?
Jim: Michael?
Michael Scott: Oh, thank God.
Jim: How did you get this number? Michael, we're on a catamaran.
Michael Scott: It wasn't easy. I had to tell the hotel that it was a medical emergency. I chose massive coronary, 'cause you told me that your dad had a bad heart.

Michael Scott: The fundamentals of business. The fundamentals of business. Mental is a part of the word. I have underlined it. Because you're mental if you don't have a good time. You have to enjoy it.
Toby: Well, the fun is in it.
Kevin: Fundamental.
Michael Scott: [to Toby] Get out.
Toby: I am.