Dwight K. Schrute: Happy birth moment, Michael.
Michael Scott: Thank you.

Dwight K. Schrute: Hey, Temp, you know we still got five feet of sandwich left.
Ryan: Someone ate three feet of that thing?
Dwight K. Schrute: Hell, yeah.

Michael Scott: I asked for trick candles.
Dwight K. Schrute: Pam was supposed to get them. Sorry.
Michael Scott: Okay. Well, when she comes back we'll do it again.

Michael Scott: Hello? What about the birthday boy? Haven't had a hug all day.
Angela: No one cares about your birthday. Kevin's waiting to hear if he has skin cancer.
Michael Scott: Oh, that sucks! Great. Wow, that's good timing. That's- Sorry, that's terrible. Terrible news. That's terrible news for both of us. We should probably head back. Yeah, okay.

Michael Scott: Excuse me, everyone. Attention, please. Kevin, we're gonna take you to a very special place, a place that will make you happy, and a place that is far, far away from the evil sun.
Stanley: Is this trip in any way related to your birthday?
Michael Scott: How dare you, sir. You are gross.

Michael Scott: Wowee, look at that jersey!
Dwight K. Schrute: Turn it around. Turn it around.
Michael Scott: Cool.
Dwight K. Schrute: Show it.
Michael Scott: Great.
Dwight K. Schrute: "From Dwight. Number One."