Oscar: If you're into yoga, I take a great Bikram class in Dixon City.
Holly: Thanks I should check that out.
Oscar: Also, and no pressure, the teacher, he's a catch.
Holly: Actually I'm a lesbian.
Oscar: I'm gay!
Holly: [nervously] I'm not a lesbian. I don't know why I said that. Stupid joke...
Oscar: What's the joke?
Holly: N-- there is no joke. I just said it because I... haven't had much luck lately and I'm not really looking to date so... Maybe I should switch to women.
Oscar: Oh you think it's a choice?
Holly:[pause] I'm gonna head back to my work area to...
Oscar:[laughing] I'm messing with you, Holly.

Michael Scott: Let's all clap at Phyllis.

Dwight Schrute: Dwight Schrute. Star salesman. Beet farmer. Bed and breakfast proprietor. Aspiring freelance bodyguard. Add to that list, owner of this building. [turns to camera] Then burn the list.

Michael Scott:Alright on the count of three, "Showtime". Ready? One two--
Jim Halpert:Nope, not doing that.
Dwight Schrute:I've been on showtime mode since breakfast have you not--
Michael Scott:Ok! Alright just forget it then.
Jim Halpert: Showwtime!
Michael Scott:It's showtime!--[turns around late]--agh never mind!

Andy: [Andy walks up to Erin's desk] Erin, I need you to fax this immediately... and it's really important so I'm gonna stay here and wait for the fax confirmation.
Erin: Oh! Good.
Andy: [Cuts to Andy's talking head] The fax, says, Erin will you have dinner with me, from Andy. And the number is our office fax number.
Erin: [Cuts back to scene] Oh, it's busy. Why don't I keep trying and I'll give you the fax confirmation in a bit.
Andy: Well. Sorry. That's unnaceptable. I need you to send it immediately, or you're fired.
Erin: [Erin becomes distraught] You can't talk to me like that. I didn't do anything wrong. I've been having a tough day, and--
Andy: Oh, god, no! I'm- Just read the fax.
Erin: You read the fax!
Andy: I'm- I'm asking you out!
Erin:[Erin stares at the fax] Oh my god! That's amazing, haha! Well, let me just fax this [Erin proceeds to fax the paper that Andy gave her] and, I'll check my planner!
Andy:So it's a date!
Erin:Yes![Camera pans over to Michael shooting his finger-gun-arrows at Andy and Erin, then bowing as Andy and Erin set a day for their date]

Dwight Schrute:[reading email] "I'm sure you've seen the item in the Journal. I just want to stress that it's all conjecture, if we have any concrete information, you will know ASAP."
Michael Scott:Erin, do we have the journal?
Erin:Your feelings journal? You told me to put it in the time capsule.Michael Scott:Did you?
Erin: Yes.
Pam Beesly:He means the Wall Street Journal, online.
Michael Scott:Oh, the Wall.

Dwight Schrute:What's this? What's the Fist?
Jim Halpert:Oh, it's just a social club. You know, like the French Revolution, or the Black Panthers, or communism. It's just a club. Guys talking, you know.
Dwight Schrute:You expect me to believe that you're starting a rebellion?
Jim Halpert:Nope. Social club. God, I hate when everybody calls us a rebellion.

Pam Beesly:We could get DeAngelo flowers.
Dwight Schrute:No, you can't get flowers for someone who's in a coma. They'll wilt before he wakes up.[Everybody agrees] Yeah. That's true.
Jim Halpert:All in favor of the baskets, full of chocolates, teddy bears, and balloons.[Raises hand][Oscar, Phyllis, Angela, Jim, and Pam raise their hand]
Dwight Schrute:Wait, wait. All in favor with canned goods, chainsaw, gasoline, and emergency radio in case he wakes up post-apocalypse...[Dwight's the only one who raises his hand]
Jim Halpert:Nope. Baskets have it.

Gabe:[Crying] Andy, do you like being alone with me right now?
Andy:No, this is horrifying.
Gabe:No, I don't like being alone with me either, okay?

Jim:Holly, will you marry me?
Holly:No.
Stanley:Marry me, Holly.
Holly:No.
Michael Scott:That guy's got more than he can handle as it is.
Oscar:Will you marry me?
Holly:No.
Michael Scott:That marriage would be a sham.
Gabe:Will you marry me?
Holly:No.
Michael Scott:Easy no.
Angela:Will you marry me?
Holly:No.
Michael Scott:That would be hot. I would pay to see that.
Ryan:Will you marry me, Holly?
Holly:No.
Michael Scott:Only one that I was kind of worried about.