Michael Scott: They say that your wedding day goes by in such a flash that you're lucky if you even get a piece of your own cake. I say, that's crazy. I say, "Let them eat cake." Margaret Thatcher said that about marriage. Smart broad.

Michael Scott: No need for consternation. Everything is under control.
Jan: [on the phone] Michael, last Friday, one of your employees attacked another employee in your office.
Michael Scott: It was a crime of passion, Jan. Not a disgruntled employee. Everyone here is extremely gruntled.

Darryl: I was there. That dude is not engaged. I'm not a big believer in therapy, but I'll go into my own pockets to cover his co-pay.

Angela: OK, fine. You can have your tent, but only if it's in a field. A hand-plowed field.
Andy: Done, and done-er.
Angela: There has to be a barn that's old enough that you can see the stars through the roof slats when you lay on your back. And antique tools to look at when you roll over.
Andy: Do you have a specific place in mind?
Angela: But anything within a 5 to 8 mile radius is acceptable.
Andy: On it!

Michael Scott: Jimbo, let's do this thang.
Jim: That is me. Wish me luck.
Dwight K. Schrute: No way.
Pam: [on Bluetooth speaker] Good luck.
Jim: Thanks.
Dwight K. Schrute: Didn't say anything.
Pam: Love you.
Jim: Love you too.
Dwight K. Schrute: What do you think I am saying to you?
Jim: Not talking to you.