Andy: Did I do this for me? No. I did this for the little guy. For Joe six-pack, the guy who wakes up every morning in his $400 a month apartment, wonders how he's gonna pay his mortgage that month. Wonders how he's gonna fill his car up with oil. Wonders how am I going to pay my kids' orphanage bills? That guy shouldn't have to wonder where he's gonna park.

Michael Scott: Okay, "Wendy". Hot and juicy redhead. Let's give this a try. [dials phone]
Woman: [answering phone] Wendy's.
Michael Scott: Hello, Wendy. This is Kevin's friend Michael.
Woman: This isn't Wendy.
Michael Scott: Oh, I'm sorry. Could you put her on, please?
Woman: Dude, this is a Wendy's restaurant.
Michael Scott: Damn it, Kevin. Okay. Um. Could I just have a frosty and a baked potato, please?
Woman: You have to come to the restaurant to order food.
Michael Scott: Well, I'll send somebody to pick it up, just have it ready.
Woman: It's ready now.
Michael Scott: Well, put it aside.

Michael Scott: What is wrong with these people? I would do anything for them, and they're just hanging me out to dry. Dating shouldn't be hard for somebody like me but it is, and you know why? Because nobody here is willing to help me. Nothing would ever get done in this office without a formal request, would it? Well fine, here goes.
Angela: I don't think that-
Michael Scott: Now okay, I know that this is probably not appropriate. But I need help. Because I want to play ball with my kids before I get too old. And before that happens, I need to get laid. And before that happens, I need to be in love. And I don't wanna hear, "I don't know, I can't help, na na na." No, no. I am a catch, and I am not going to be the one who got away. So this is what we're going to do. Dwight is going to hand out index cards, and I want you all to write down the name of an eligible woman for me to date by the end of the day. No, by the end of the hour, or you are fired.
Dwight K. Schrute: Write legibly, people.