Michael: [waiting on Pam to be done with the microwave] Ahhhhhhhhh. [whispering loudly] I'm hungry.

Michael: Movie Monday! The only cure I know for the Monday blues is... Varsity Blues!

Michael: Let's gooooo! Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Dwight: [directing people to their assigned seats] Take a seat down there. Second from the end.
Michael: Alright, everybody here? Yes.
Pam: [walking in with a tray of six popcorn bags] Popcorn anyone?
Michael: Yes pleeeeease! Thank yooouuu!
Pam: [with five popcorn bags left] Anyone else? Nooo.

Pam: Movie Monday started with training videos, but we went through those pretty fast. Then we watched a medical video. Since then, it's been half hour installments of various movies, with the exception of an episode of Entourage, which Michael made us watch six times.

Michael: Entourage!

Michael: Kevin, would you like to do the scenes from last week?
Kevin: Yes!
Dwight: Why him?
Michael: Don't whine. Get the window. [Dwight exhales]

Michael: Previously on Varsity Blues...
Kevin: Ok. Billy-Bob, got a head injury, but coach made him play. So then Lance, he gets sacked, he's out for the year...

Jan: [walking into an empty office because everyone is watching Varsity Blues] Hello?

Dwight: Not everyone approves of Movie Monday. I won't say who.

Angela: I don't approve. I don't.

Jan: Hello? [Angela coughs and points to the conference room]

Michael: [Jan walks in on Movie Monday] Hi Jan! Hope you brought the Milk Duds!

Jan: How would a movie increase productivity Michael? How on earth would it do that?
Michael: People work faster after...
Jan: Magically?
Michael: No... they have to... to make up for the time they lost watching the movie.
Jan: No.

Angela: [walking past Dwight's desk] Kitchen.

Angela: Michael is going to get us all fired. You sat back and let him play that dumb movie, and now Jan is peeved off and we're all going to lose our jobs.
Dwight: That's not going to happen.
Angela: You know she has it out for him now.
Dwight: That's not his fault! He had to follow his heart!

Dwight: Ever since Michael dumped Jan for Carol, Jan's been bitching out on him. Reject a woman and she will never let it go. One of the many defects of their kind. Also weak arms.

Angela: Dwight, you should be running this office.
Dwight: Michael would never let me...
Angela: It's not up to Michael, it's Jan's call. Talk to her.
Dwight: I could never do that!
Angela: Fine! Sit back and do nothing and let us all get fired!

Angela: I know that patience and loyalty are good, and virtuous traits. But sometimes I just think you need to grow a pair.

Jim: At the Stamford branch, they all play this World War II video game called Call of Duty, and they're all really into it. I'm told it started as a team building exercise. Unfortunately I really suck at it. We didn't play many video games in Scranton. Instead we'd do stuff like, uh, Pam and I would sometimes hum the same high pitched note, and try to get Dwight to make an appointment with an ear doctor. And uh, Pam called it... Pretendenitus.

Pam: [on the phone] Hey Kelly, my stuff just got here. [Kelly screams with excitement into the phone and Pam has to take it away from her ear]

Pam: Kelly really likes to online shop. Soooo, I felt like I wanted some new clothes. I mean, I just, I wanted to, it just, I felt like it was time, to maybe um... just get new clothes.

Pam: [pulling her new shirt out of a box] Ok.
Kelly: [gasps] I love it!
Pam: Really? I don't know.
Kelly: You haven't even tried it on yet, try it on.
Pam: Not at work, I'll try it on---
Kelly: Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show at lunch!
Pam: ...noooo
Kelly: [clapping her hands in unison] Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show at lunch! Fashion show! Fashion show! Fashion show at lunch!

Andy: Why did you do that?!
Jim: I'm just killing Germans, any way I can.
Andy: We're on the German team. Shoot the Brittish.
Jim: [turning around to Karen] Wait, are we playing teams?
Karen: [laughing] Yeah.

Dwight: [outside in the parking lot, pacing back and forth] WAH! GAH! [breathing heavily]

Jan: [answering the phone] Hello?
Dwight: Is this Jan?
Jan: Who is this?
Dwight: This is Dwight Schrute. I am calling about an extremely sensitive matter.
Jan: You should talk to Michael, and he'll talk to me, and that way we don't have to speak to each other.
Dwight: It's about Michael.
Jan: What about him?
Dwight: [exhales] I can't talk here. It's too sensitive.
Jan: It's not about a surprise party is it?
Dwight: No, but we should discuss that another time.
Jan: Look, I am already an hour outside of Scranton, Dwight, I'm not coming back.
Dwight: Pull over at exit 40. There is a Liz Claiborne outlet. I know you like that store. Go inside and shop, until I can meet you.
Jan: How do you know I like that store?
Dwight: Many of your blouses are Claiborne's.
Jan: How do you know that?
Dwight: Part of my job.
Jan: No it's not. It's officially not.
Dwight: ...noted.

Dwight: [walking into Michael's office] I'm going... to the dentist.
Michael: Ok.
Dwight: I have to have an emergency crown put in.
Michael: Ouchy.
Dwight: Yes. It's a new dentist. He's far. I might be gone... three hours.
Michael: Three hours, wow. Have fun. [Dwight walks away staring through the blinds at Michael]

Dwight: Did you get anything good?
Jan: Yeah.
Dwight: New blouse? Halter top? Camisole? Teddy?

Dwight: I can save the branch.
Jan: Really?
Dwight: If you let me run it.
Jan: Ok.
Dwight: [excitedly] "Ok" I can run it?
Jan: What would you do differently?
Dwight: Mostly get rid of waste. Which is half the people there. And clean house. [to waitress in diner] Right here. It's all for me. Thank you.
Jan: Dwight, you must feel strongly, to speak with me this way, behind Michael's back, and turn on so many of your co-workers.
Dwight: The decision to turn on Michael was difficult. [pouring way too much syrup on his food] But once I did it, I didn't look back. And mostly I feel that Michael would approve. It's really what's best for the branch. And I could care less about my co-workers. So [cutting his food, giving Jan a "so there" look], here we are. It's all, on the table. I want... the branch. And I await your decision.

Dwight: [shoveling waffles into his mouth] Oh, by the way. There's a new Ann Taylor outlet store near here. I know you like their earrings.
Jan: [thinks for a second] Where is it?

Jan: [on speakerphone with Michael] Michael.
Michael: Hi.
Jan: I just had a very interesting conversation with one of your employees.
Michael: Oh. That's nice.
Jan: No, it wasn't. Dwight just told me that he thinks he can run the branch better than you.
Michael: ...what?
Jan: Mm-hmm.
Michael: ...you were at the dentist?
Jan: You can't have people undermining you. Get control of your branch immediately.
Michael: Ok.

Michael: What was Dwight thinking? That he could turn Jan against me? She's my ex-lover! ...ish.

Phyllis: [Pam walks out of the bathroom wearing her new red shirt] Woooooow.
Kelly: It's so sexy. You look so hot.
Phyllis: It's really something.
Pam: [smiling] It's too much.
Kelly: What?
Pam: I'm gonna return it.
Kelly: No, you have to keep it today, just see how you feel.

Roy: [walking into the break room] Hey.
Pam: Hi.
Roy: You look nice.
Pam: Thanks.
Kelly: Isn't that like your third soda today?

Jim: Yeah I think we can be a big help to your company. [someone dims the lights, signifying that it's game time] Ok, see you next week. Bye. [to Karen] Again?
Karen: Scared?

Karen: [with her hands making the rocker sign] Call of Duty!

Josh: [sounding upset] Andy, Jim, can I see you in the conference room for a minute?
Andy: Now?
Josh: Yes now.
Andy: Put the game on hold everyone.

Josh: This is not working, ok? We are getting slaughtered out there.
Andy: It's the new guy. [looks at Jim]
Jim: Oh, I'm sorry I don't know... what we're talking about...
Andy: See what I mean?
Josh: We just need a strategy, ok? We're going to set up a trap in the gun room. All right Jim, are you using the MP-40 or the 44?
Jim: Um, sniper rifle?
Josh: SNIPE--
Andy: WHAT?
Josh: JIM!
Andy: Are you playing for the other team?!
Josh: You don't snipe in Carrington, ok?
Andy: Saboteur!
Josh: Andy, it's not---
Andy: Saboteur! I'm going to kill you for real. This game--- the game is over. I'm really going to shoot you.

Michael: Hey Dwight.
Dwight: Hey.
Michael: Do you want an M&M?
Dwight: No thanks I'm stuffed.
Michael: No seriously. You should have an M&M, they're really good.
Dwight: ...ok. [takes and eats several M&M's]
Michael: They're good, huh?
Dwight: ...so good.
Michael: Hey. I thought you weren't supposed to eat anything for a couple hours after you've had a crown put in.
Dwight: They have this new kind of quick drying bonding, so...
Michael: Sounds like a good dentist.
Dwight: Oh, yeah.
Michael: What's his name?
Dwight: [long pause] Crentist.
Michael: Your dentist's name is Crentist.
Dwight: Yep.
Michael: Huh. Sounds a lot like dentist.
Dwight: Maybe that's why he became a dentist.

Michael: Let me see your teeth. Let me see 'em. Let me see 'em.
Dwight: [reluctantly opens his mouth and Michael peers inside] Ahh. Aaaah.
Michael: You should... floss.
Dwight: I know...
Michael: [exhales] Well then... I am glad you're ok.

Michael: Business is like a jungle. And I... am like a tiger. And Dwight, is like a monkey, that stabs the tiger in the back with a stick. Does the tiger fire the monkey? Does the tiger transfer the monkey to another branch? [smiling] Pun. There is no way of knowing what goes on inside the tiger's head. We don't have the technology.

Michael: Dwight, can I talk to you for a second?

Michael: [in Michael's office] Wow, this is tough.
Dwight: What?
Michael: Ohhhh. Arrrgggh!
Dwight: What is it?
Michael: Well, I just got off the phone with Jan. And um... she demoted me.
Dwight: No.
Michael: Yeah. You know what the craziest part of this is? She demoted me to your job!
Dwight: Gahh!
Michael: And she said that you should be expecting a call later from corporate, and that um, I guess that means that you are going to be acting manager of Dunder Mifflin, Scranton.
Dwight: I can't believe this news. That--- wow.
Michael: I know. I told her I didn't know whether you'd wanna do it... because you've always been so loyal to me. You've been my most trusted ally.
Dwight: You said that?
Michael: Yep, I did. I did. But I think... you should do it.
Dwight: Well... Gosh, if you think I should. Then I will.
Michael: [exhales] Perfect, well, we're settled.
Dwight: All right.
Michael: All right. Well then, you are now acting manager of Dunder Mifflin Scranton Branch, and I... am assistant regional manager.
Dwight: Assistant to the regional manager. Thank you Michael, for staying on. I really appreciate it.
Michael: Ohh..
Dwight: Hey... I can't imagine this place without you.
Michael: [muttering] Can't you? That's so nice.

Michael: Well... I guess we should go tell the troops.
Dwight: Yeah, when I'm ready, Mike. [Dwight exhales, Michael looks at the camera] Ok let's do it.

Michael: Hey, hi, hello. Everybody, I have some good news, and I have some bad news. I... am being replaced, as your leader, by Dwight.
Phyllis: You're kidding...
Michael: You might think that I am kidding, and I understand that.
Angela: Congratulations Dwight.
Dwight: Thank you Angela.
Stanley: But... why Dwight?
Michael: Because, Dwight... never lies.
Stanley: How does that qualify him to run a branch?
Michael: Because that's all it takes.

Michael: Ok, Dwight, would you like to say a few words to everybody... about loyalty?
Dwight: Thank you Michael. I just want to say, to the few of you who will remain under my employ, that I intend to lead you into the black! With ferocity!

Phyllis: Michael, what will you do?
Michael: Oh, I'll be fine.
Kevin: Do you have any savings?
Michael: No, no, I don't, but---
Kevin: Michael, you might lose your condo.
Michael: I... won't. I won't.

Pam: I have this little vacuum cleaner that's broken. If Dwight doesn't work out, maybe that could be manager.

Phyllis: Maybe I'll quit.

Angela: It's really happening!
Dwight: Yes.
Angela: We can make a difference here.
Dwight: I, will, make a difference here.
Angela: You alone? Because I thought together we could---
Dwight: Oh please, don't be naive. But you can be in charge of the women.

Karen: [whispering] Look how cute he is! He's trying to shoot with a smoke grenade.
Jim: I'm sorry what are you whispering about?
Karen: I'm sorry nothing, just concentrate on turning around.
Jim: I'm trying---
Karen: Just tap S then D.
Jim: Oh.
Karen: [her players gun is pointed directly at Jim's player's head] Any... last words? No?
Jim: What? [Karen's player shoots Jim's player, "You killed Jim Halpert" appears on the screen, Karen giggles]
Jim: Wow. Psychopath. [Karen grins widely at Jim]

Pam: What?
Creed: I'm just looking.
Pam: Please go back to your desk.
Creed: In a minute.

Pam: Well, I remember why I dress the way I do at work. But I'm gonna keep the clothes. I mean, it'll be cool to just have some after work clothes that aren't pajamas.

Michael: Well, I guess it's time, that I turn over the keys, to the famous Sebring.
Dwight: [smiling] No thank you.
Michael: It's a corporate lease Dwight, you've earned it.
Dwight: No thanks.
Michael: What?
Dwight: Not my style.
Michael: But you said you liked it. You've always admired it.
Dwight: Well that was before. I'm thinking about getting something German, something with decent gas mileage. Plus, that convertible, it's a ridiculous choice for this climate.
Michael: [Michael finally breaks] Take it back.
Dwight: [confused] No.
Michael: That's my car.
Dwight: What did you---
Michael: THAT'S MY CAR.
Dwight: Yes.

Michael: I know, Dwight. I know. I know. I know.
Dwight: You know what?
Michael: Jan called me about your little meeting!
Dwight: No!
Michael: I know, what you did. I made the whole thing up, Dwight.
Dwight: I think the Sebring's cool. It's cool. The Seabring's cool. It has a cassette and it has a CD.
Michael: Oh do you? Do you like the Sebring--- HOW DARE YOU?! How dare you, Dwight?
Dwight: [Dwight gets on his knees and puts his face down on the ground] Don't fire me. Please.
Michael: Give me one good reason why I should fire you RIGHT HERE ON THE SPOT?!
Dwight: [terrified] I HAVE EXCELLENT SALES NUMBERS!
Michael: Not. Good. Enough!
Dwight: [sobbing] I'll do anything! Anything! I'll do your laundry for a month! For a year!
Michael: I have a laundry machine!
Dwight: I'm sorry! I'll do anything, I swear. [squeaking, crying]
Michael: I don't know if I can trust you anymore.
Dwight: You can't. You can't. But I promise I'll never betray you again. What can I do, Michael. What can I do? [Michael exhales] What can I do? [Dwight has his face to the ground but his butt raised high in the air] What can I do? What can I do?
Michael: You can get up. Get up. [Dwight gets up with spit hanging from his lips] And you can hug it out, bitch. [Dwight and Michael have a firm embrace]

Michael: Hug it out, bitch. That is what men say to each other, after a fight. They hug it out, and doing so, the just... let it go. And walk away. And they're done. Not a good idea to say that to a woman however. I have found. It doesn't translate.

Jim: [leaving his desk for the day, pretends pull the pen out of a pretend grenade, and tosses it to Karen]
Karen: [throws some desk material in the air to signify debris from the grenade explosion, grins as Jim walks away]

Michael: Yep. Yeah, we hugged it out. But, it turns out, I was still a little angry. So, I felt I needed to punish him, just a little bit more, [cut to Dwight standing on a box with "LIAR" written on a piece of paper hung around his neck, Dwight's head hung in shame] and I'm making him do my laundry for a year.