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Dwight: Where is Oscar? Michael (to Oscar on phone): You know it’s cleaning day here today? Could have used some of that famous Hispanic cleaning ethic. Pam: I bought my veil. Dwight: Listen, temp, I am conducting a little investigation, so I am no longer gonna head up spring cleaning. Do you think you can handle it? Michael: Peach iced tea. You’re gonna hate it. Michael: It’s GRAAAAAPE! Soda. Michael: Oh man … you should order milk. Get it? Michael: Tell me, Dana, how is your chicken breast? Dwight (shaking out the candy jar, as he clearly chews on a mouthful of black jellybeans): Who took all the black ones? Pam: Um, how many different ways are there to sniffle? Ryan: If I had to, I could clean out my desk in five seconds, and nobody would ever know I had ever been here. And I’d forget, too. (Sighs.) Kevin: Michael, is that a wig? Michael: I put a cigarette through a freaking quarter! Kevin: Jim has got it bad for Pam. Kevin: Hey Michael, so do you think Jim will try to break up the wedding? Kelly: Jim, why didn’t you tell me that you had a crush on Pam?! Jim: Well, the cat’s out of the bag. I used to have a crush on Pam, and now, I … don’t. Riveting. Pam: So are you going to be, like, totally awkward around me now? Dwight: Guess what I found out about Oscar tonight? He was lying about being sick! Dwight: Otherwise, it’s just malfeasance for malfeasance’s s-sake. Michael: I don’t want to live like that. I like it here. I don’t want to be Shyla. I like being Michael Scott. |
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