Erin: This is all I could find.
Michael Scott: [holding broccoli in front of Kevin] Eat it.
Pam: You don't have to do that, Kevin.
Kevin: I don't know. I'm glad this is happening. Thank you, Michael.
Kelly: Why are you eating stem first?
Kevin: This is a new food for me, how else should I eat it?
Ryan: The other way.
Kevin: Can I get some cheese whiz? Or hollandaise?
Michael Scott: No. No cheese whiz, no hollandaise, no chocolate sauce, just eat it. Come on. Here comes the airplane, there you go. Open, open, into the hanger, there you go.
Pam: Oh, Michael.
Michael Scott: Eat it. Put it in your mouth, and just eat it.
Kevin: God, I hate it.
Michael Scott: I don't care whether you hate it! You said you'd do it!
Angela: All right!
Michael Scott: Eat it!

Kevin: Hey, Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah.
Kevin: How's your fart project coming?
Ryan: That's real, real classy, Kevin. Hey, was it me or you that just shoved the butt end of a pound of broccoli into my mouth because Michael told me to?
Kevin: Me.

Kelly: Oh, Pam, soda. Caffeine.
Pam: Yeah, just a little, I have a lot to deal with today.
Meredith: [holding a pack of cigarettes] Well, if you don't have to do 'em...
Kelly: Meredith, what are you doing? I could be pregnant!
Ryan: Okay, no.
[aside to camera:]
Kelly: My resolution was to get more attention.

Darryl: Sup?
Andy: Hey! Where did you go?
Darryl: To the arcade.
Andy: Oh, cool.
Darryl: Why, did you meet someone?
Andy: Yeah, I did actually. His name is Andy, and he roller skates like a Greek god and you know what? I kinda like hanging out with him.
Darryl: Right on, son.

Michael Scott: Look at where you're going to be doing the cartwheel. So look at where you're going to be placing your hands. So pick a spot.
Creed: Mm-hmm.
Michael Scott: You ready to do this?
Creed: Yes, sir.
Michael Scott: You know what? I'm going to stay here as long as it takes.
Creed: I really appreciate it, Boss.
Michael Scott: It's about you. It's about you. Go!
Creed: I did it!
Michael Scott: You did?
Creed: The perfect cartwheel.
Michael Scott: Okay. Good.
Creed: What a rush! That's all I had to do all year.
Michael Scott: Congratulations. [holds hand out to shake Creed's, no response] All right. Well, all right. See you tomorrow.

Phyllis: I know Sue. She's not that great. And you know her husband's in a wheelchair, right?