Dwight K. Schrute: [wagging tongue for voice exercises] blah blah blah. Greta the tittle-tattle prattled on about the little metal bottle. She spat a bit of spittle on the moth that bit the cattle in a bitter battle. Hey, hey! Stop questioning my methods, okay? I was chosen for this task for a very good reason.
Jim: No, you chose yourself.
Dwight K. Schrute: Tricky Siskel spat a bit of wicked biscuit....

Pam: [on the phone] Oh, great! Yeah, um, I'll get right back to you. [hangs up] Hey, guys. Anyone ever heard of Iris Black on the radio?
Creed: Yeah, she hosts the Dr. Laura Show.
Pam: Nope, that's Dr. Laura.

Dwight K. Schrute: [on the phone] Iris, let me tell you. David Wallace is the CEO, but he's not hands on.
Nellie: [as Iris] So the day-to-day operations are entirely under your command?
Dwight K. Schrute: Entirely is the perfect way to describe it, Iris.
Nellie: Uh, excuse me. [reading card held up by Jim] I'm being told by my sound engineer, Steve, that uh there is a clinking sound coming from your end. Does your shirt have buttons?
Dwight K. Schrute: Yes..?
Nellie: I'm so sorry we're going to have to ask you to remove the shirt all together.
Dwight K. Schrute: [shirtless] Now then, we were saying. When my workers-gather-
Nellie: Oh, I'm so sorry. I am told we are still having problems, Mr. Schrute. Your voice, it's sounding a little feminine.
Dwight K. Schrute: That's impossible.
Nellie: Are you by any chance wearing pants with a metallic zipper?