Jim: My job is to speak to clients on the phone about er, quantities and type of copier paper. You know, whether we can supply it to them. Whether they can pay for it. And I'm boring myself just talking about this.

Michael Scott: Whassup!
Jim: Whassup! I still love that after seven years.
Michael Scott: Whassup!
Dwight K. Schrute: Whassup!
Michael Scott: Whass up!
Dwight K. Schrute: [softly] Whassup.
[Michael pants, flexes]
Michael Scott: What?
Jim: Nothing.
Michael Scott: OK. All right. See you later.
Jim: All right.
Michael Scott: Take care. Back to work.

Jan: Was there anything you wanted to add to the agenda?
Michael Scott: Umm... Me no get an agenda.
Jan: What? I'm sorry?
Michael Scott: I didn't get any agenda.
Jan: Well, I faxed one to you this morning.
Michael Scott: Really? I didn't... Did we get a fax this morning?
Pam: Uh, yeah, the one-
Michael Scott: Why isn't it in my hand? Because a company runs on efficiency of communication, right? So... Um, what's the problem, Pam? Why didn't I get it?
Pam: You put it in the garbage can that was the special filing cabinet.
Michael Scott: Yeah. Uh, that was a joke. That was a joke that was actually my brother's, and It was supposed to be with bills and it doesn't work well with faxes.

Jan: I've spoken to Josh in Stamford and told him the same. It's up to you to convince me your branch can incorporate the other. But it does mean there'll be downsizing.
Michael Scott: Me no wanna hear that, Jan. Because downsizing is a bitch. It is a real bitch. And I wouldn't wish that on Josh's men. I certainly wouldn't wish it on my men. Or women, present company excluded. Sorry. Er, is Josh concerned about downsizing himself? Not downsizing himself but is he concerned about downsizing?

Angela: I bet it's gonna be me. Probably gonna be me.
Kevin: Yeah, it'll be you.

Ryan: Ryan Howard from the temp agency. Daniqua sent me to start today.
Michael Scott: Howard, like Moe Howard. Three Stooges. Watch this. This is Moe. Nyuck-nyuck-nyuck-nyuck-nyuck. Mee! Right here. Three Stooges. High five. Oh, Pam. It's a guy thing, Pam. I'm sort of a student of comedy. Watch this. Here we go. [ranting] I'm Hitler. Adolf Hitler. [ranting]

Pam: I don't think it would be the worst thing if they let me go because then I might- I just don't think it's many little girls' dream to be a receptionist. Um, I like to do illustrations. Um, mostly watercolor. A few oil pencil. Um, Jim thinks they're good.

Michael Scott: Right. This is so important, I should run to answer it. [slow-motion, exaggerated running]
Pam: What?
Michael Scott: Come on. Six Million Dollar Man. Steve Austin. Actually, that would be a good salary for me, don't you think? Six million dollars? Memo to Jan, I deserve a raise.
Pam: [chuckles] Don't we all?
Michael Scott: I'm sorry?
Pam: Nothing.
Michael Scott: If you're unhappy with your compensation, maybe you should take it up with HR. Not today, OK? Pam, just be professional.

Dwight K. Schrute: Do you want me to tell 'em?
Michael Scott: You don't know what it is.
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay, you tell 'em. With my permission.
Michael Scott: I don't need permission.
Dwight K. Schrute: Permission granted. Go ahead.

Oscar: Yeah, well, Michael, what if they downsize here?
Michael Scott: Not gonna happen.
Stanley: It could be out of your hands, Michael.
Michael Scott: It won't be out of my hands, Stanley, okay. I promise you that.
Stanley: Can you promise that?
Dwight K. Schrute: On his mother's grave.