Dwight K. Schrute: The Japanese camp guards of World War II always chose one man to kill whenever a batch of new prisoners arrived. I always wondered how they chose the man who was to die. I think I would have been good at choosing the person.

Dwight K. Schrute: I am fast. To give you a reference point, I'm somewhere between a snake and a mongoose. And a panther.

Stanley: I don't know who these new people think they are. I've sat downwind of Phyllis' stinky perfumes for years. Never said a word.