Michael Scott: There's something else, Dwight, I want to talk to you about. I have a surprise for you, for helping me out today.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, you didn't have to-
Michael Scott: No, no, I insist, I insist. Because you've really done some great work, great work. And that is why I'm going to let you move into my third bedroom and pay me rent.

Michael Scott: Why did I do it? Because I believe in rewarding people for their efforts. Uh, I rewarded Dwight with the room and he is rewarding me back with $500 plus utilities.

Pam: Come on, Angela, don't you have a game?
Angela: I have one, yes.
Pam: Well, let's play. What is it?
Angela: I call it "Pam-Pong." I count how many times Jim gets up from his desk and goes to reception to talk to you
Pam: We're friends.
Angela: Apparently.

Jim: Very nicely done. Okay, so, I think that's H.O.R. for Stanley and H.O. for Phyllis.
Phyllis: Are you calling me a ho?
Jim: Oh, my God. Phyllis coming alive, I like it.

Jim: Yeah, I filled out the expense reports. That took about five minutes and then I closed two sales at lunchtime, so, about as productive as any other day, if not more so.

Ryan: I figured I could throw it away now or I could keep it for a couple of months and then throw it away.
I mean, it was really nice of Pam to make them, but what am I going to do with a gold medal made of paperclips and an old yogurt lid?

Michael Scott: What's going on?
Jim: Nothing. I just wanted to congratulate you on your condo.
Michael Scott: Oh, thanks, thanks. It's very cool. It's three bedroom, gay-friendly.
Jim: Nice.
Michael Scott: You know.

Michael Scott: Nice to meet you, Bill. Bill, Mr. Bill. [high-pitched voice] Oh, no, Mr. Bill! SNL. When they pull him apart? He would always get rolled over by something.

Michael Scott: Ah, most honorable Pamela. Not offensive, because that's the way they talk in movies.