Dwight K. Schrute: Yeah, I'm good. Hey, you know an exercise for two people that uses the whole body?
Donna: [chuckles] Yeah, I think I know what you're talking about.
Dwight K. Schrute: Tractor pulling. Too bad there's not a tractor here.

Dwight K. Schrute: The Shrutes have a word for when everything comes together in a man's life perfectly: Perfectinschlag. Hmm. Right now, I am in it. I finally get a chance to prove myself to corporate, I am assembling a competent team, I am likely a father, I am so deep inside of perfectinschlag right now. And just to be clear, there is a second definition, "perfect pork anus" which I don't mean.

Jim: Imagine going back and watching a tape of your life. You could see yourself change and make mistakes and grow up. You could watch yourself fall in love, watch yourself become a husband, become a father. You guys gave that to me. And that's... an amazing gift.

Michael Scott: What am I doing? I'm blowing dodge. I'm getting out of town. Whatever you call it. I'm running away from my responsibilities. And it feels good.

Deangelo: Can I just say, I am so excited to be working here. Little bit about myself, I love the American Southwest, for starters. You may call them Arizona, New Mexico, Nevada, Utah, I call them heaven. I have a peanut allergy. It's something I live with, it's a part of me. I've learned to cope with it. What else? I'm just as comfortable at the ball game as I am at the opera. I was a-
[aside to camera:]
Dwight K. Schrute: Did I want to be made manager? Sure. A great opportunity squandered? Absolutely. A crushing blow? Yes. Will I get over it? No. But life goes on. Not for me.

Pam: We wrote a good review. Under comments, we wrote: "The natural aroma of the beets drifts into the bedrooms and makes you dream of simpler times."
Jim: "The dawn goose walk will tug at your heartstrings."
Pam: "Table-making never seemed so possible."
Jim: "You will never want to leave your room."
Pam: "The architecture reminds one of a quaint Tuscan beetfarm."

Angela: Dwight?
Senator Lipton: Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: I want to see the baby.
Erin: Oh, Angela will make you cut your fingernails. It's not worth it.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, yes. Oh, what a beautiful child. Prominent forehead, short arms, tiny nose. You will lead millions... [whispers] willingly, or as slaves.
[aside to camera:]
Dwight K. Schrute: That baby is a Schrute. And unless somebody taught Mose sex, that baby is mine.