Michael Scott: I declare bankruptcy!

Michael Scott: [on the phone] Yes, is Mr. Hudson there?
Stanley: Yeah, who is this?
Michael Scott: Well I'm just calling because you responded positively to-
Stanley: Michael?
Michael Scott: Stanley?
Stanley: Why are you calling me here at home?
Michael Scott: [in a Mexican accent] Señor, are you happy with your long distance, sir?
Stanley: Michael, I know that's you. Why are you calling me here at home?
Michael Scott: [different voice] Have you con- Have you considered satellite television?
Stanley: Michael, I know that's you. I know your voice.
Michael Scott: All right.
Stanley: Why are you calling me here at home? When I'm at home at night in my own house in my sweats, drinking some red wine, watching my mystery stories, the last thing in the whole godforsaken world I want to hear is the voice of Michael Scott.

Oscar: Hey, I just wanted you to know that you can't just say the word "bankruptcy" and expect anything to happen.
Michael Scott: I didn't say it, I declared it.
Oscar: Still- That's- That's not anything.

Pam: Michael just rent The Devil wears Prada. He has his Netflix sent here to the office and he watches them in pieces when things are slow. He's a big Meryl Streep fan, so I shouldn't be surprised that he's identified with her character. [later:]
Michael Scott: Coat!
[later:]
Michael Scott: Steak! Where's my steak?

Creed: Creed Bratton has never declared bankruptcy. When Creed Bratton gets in trouble, he transfers his debt to William Charles Schneider.

Jim: You know, I just realized this is Pam's and my first night away together. I used to play it over in my head and it was just a little bit different. Maybe a nice hotel or a romantic dinner. Wine but wine that wasn't made out of beets. Didn't think Dwight would be involved at all. And I always imagined less manure. I mean, some manure. Just less.

Jim: I can't believe this place is real. I'd heard about his beet farm for years, but I never thought-
Pam: The Beets Motel.
Jim: The Beets Motel? That is- Wow.
Pam: Thank you.

Michael Scott: How would that help, Creed? In Monopoly, you go bankrupt, you lose.
Creed: You don't go by Monopoly, man. That game is nuts. Nobody just picks up "Get out of jail free" cards. Those things cost thousands.
Michael Scott: That is a good point.
Creed: Bankruptcy, Michael, is nature's do-over. It's a fresh start. It's a clean slate.
Michael Scott: Like the witness protection program.
Creed: Exactly.
Oscar: Not at all!

Michael Scott: Yes! Money has been a little bit tight lately. But at the end of my life, when I'm sitting on my yacht, am I gonna be thinking about how much money I have? No, I'm gonna be thinking about how many friends I have and my children and my comedy albums. I mean, I have a yacht, so I obviously did pretty well, money-wise.

Michael Scott: Get me Armani.
Pam: A suit?
Michael Scott: On the phone.
Pam: The main company number? 'Cause I'm gonna have to call information.
Michael Scott: Where's Armani? He's on the phone. Too slow. You're not going to Paris. I'm so much better than you are.