Andy: Morning, Jim.
Pam: Hey, Andy. How are you, man?
Andy: Good. Drew.
Jim: What's that?
Andy: You can call me Drew.
Jim: No, I'm not gonna call you that.
Andy: Cool. I can't control what you do. I can only control what I do.
Jim: Andy.
Andy: Drew.

Dwight K. Schrute: Jim, could you please inform Andy Bernard that he is being shunned?
Jim: Andy, Dwight says welcome back and that he could use a hug.
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay. Tell him that that's not true.
Jim: Dwight says that he actually doesn't know one single fact about bear attacks.
Dwight K. Schrute: Okay. No, Jim.
Jim: You guys.
Dwight K. Schrute: Tell him that bears can climb faster than they can run. Jim, tell him!
Jim: Andy... No, it's too far.
Dwight K. Schrute: Damn you.

Darryl: Now, this is the forklift. You need a license to operate this machine. That means the upstairs office workers can't drive it. Quiz. Mike. Should you drive the forklift.
Michael Scott: I can and I have.
Darryl: No, no, no! I said, "Should you?" You should not drive it. You should not drive the forklift. You understand?
Lonny: You're not allowed to drive the forklift.
Darryl: It's not safe. You don't have a license.

Michael Scott: Guys, I'm not the only one who's driven the forklift. Pudge has driven the forklift.
Madge: Madge.
Michael Scott: I thought your name was Pudge.
Madge: No. It's always been Madge.
Michael Scott: Okay. Um, her.
Darryl: Her? Yes, "Her" is qualified to work a dangerous machine. You are not.

Darryl: The baler can flatten a car engine. It can cut off your arm and crush your entire body without skipping a beat.
Dwight K. Schrute: Yeah!
Darryl: How many people a year do you think get their arms cut off in a baler?
Michael Scott: Bale 'er? I hardly know her.
Lonny: Damn it, Michael, pay attention, man.

Darryl: These are very dangerous machines down here and the upstairs workers - Michael - should not go anywhere near them.
Michael Scott: Yes. Yes. But it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world-
Darryl: It would be the worst thing in the world. It would.
Lonny: What the hell is wrong with this man?
Darryl: Very much so.
Michael Scott: It's a big red trash compactor.
Darryl: It's not a trash compactor! It's very dangerous, okay.
Lonny: Don't disrespect a baler, Mike.

Michael Scott: Toby now has the floor and he is going to try not to screw this up like everything else in his life. Let me rephrase that. I believe that you can do safety training and make it sound just as good as Darryl.

Michael Scott: Okay, you know what, I think that everybody is going to vomit due to boredom. Sorry. He is very lame. Let's see. Um. Seasonal affective disorder. A depression that includes weight gain, fatigue, irritability, brought on by the low light of winter.
Darryl: Thank God we only had a baler to deal with.
Lonny: Yeah, that dim light is a bitch, ain't it?
Michael Scott: Okay. Guys, you know what? I didn't interrupt when you were having your presentation.
Darryl: Actually, you did.

Lonny: I bet you'd like to swim with this sea monster, wouldn't you?
Kelly: Ryan!
Lonny: Dude, please tell your girl to shut up.
Kelly: What?
Ryan: Kelly, you've insulted the gentleman. Please apologize.
Kelly: Are you kidding me?

Michael Scott: Darryl thinks he's such a man because he works in a warehouse. Well, big deal! I worked in a warehouse. Men's Wearhouse. I was a greeter. I'd like to see Darryl greet people. He'd probably make them feel like wimps. Not me, I- "Hello, I'm Michael. Welcome to Men's Wearhouse. We have a special on khaki pants today." That's just one example.