Andy: Hey. I guess you probably won't give me your leads since I'm a jerk salesman.
Erin: Yeah. I basically wish you were dead. [smiles] I hid the leads.
Andy: Where?
Erin: [mimes zipping mouth and throwing away key, Andy begins to walk away] Colder. Colder. Warmer. Warmer. Colder. Colder. Warmer. Warmer. Warmer. Hot. [Andy's hands hover above her chest] Hotter. Pretty hot. Lower.
Andy: Are you...
Erin: Lower.
Andy: Are you sure?
Erin: Lower. [lifts up her keyboard to reveal the leads.]

Dwight K. Schrute: What are you doing, idiot?
Jim: Michael's stupid scavenger hunt.
Dwight K. Schrute: Scavenger hunt? Here. I can solve it. Give it. [grabs card] "The treasure you seek is in the parking lot under the first president."
Jim: [taps car] Lincoln.

Dwight K. Schrute: Michael? Michael, you were supposed to tell me when the leads came in.
Michael Scott: Well, big shot, "If you want to find your leads, go to the man who never breathes."
Dwight K. Schrute: Kevin! Damn it.

Phyllis: Michael, why would we all go to the dump?
Michael Scott: Why? Because I am not going to call Sabre and say, 'Hi, you know those very valuable expensive leads that you gave us earlier today? Well, because of a screw-up by a staff member, they're now in the city dump."
Stanley: Not your staff, Michael. You.
Michael Scott: Well, that's not the way it's going to sound. Here's what we're going to do. We'll go to the dump, we'll look around, then we'll all go out and get pizza, maybe catch a movie, late-night drink, some more pizza, call it a night. What do you-
Toby: Does it have to be pizza? Can we go for a, falafel?
Michael Scott: Really?

Stanley: If we act nice now, then we're rewarding them for treating us poorly.
Jim: Didn't we kind of start it?
Phyllis: I think you're remembering that wrong?
Andy: Yeah.
Phyllis: I don't know about this. I mean, I think we should hold our ground. The company's changed, and if they don't like it, they can leave. I mean, a lot of their work can be done from India.

Michael Scott: Know what would be a great picture here? Just this whole dump, and in the middle, one flower. That's it. And the caption would read:
Dwight K. Schrute: Hope grows-
Michael Scott: -in the dump.

Dwight K. Schrute: Where are they?
Kevin: Turn the trash. Turn the trash.
Dwight K. Schrute: Turn the trash... It's code. Alright, Meredith, take off your dress.
Meredith: Okey-dokey.
Kevin: No, dear god. No, it's in the trash can. In the kitchen.
Meredith: It's coming off anyway.