Can I just put what I assume is your rock collection on the stupid train?
Cheryl: It tastes worse than it smells!
Pam: Man, if I had a nickel for every time I heard a guy say that, i'd have eight nickels!
How about you Ironside, you riding dirty?
Pam: I for one an going to watch Hooper until my fingers bleed.
Cheryl: Just tape them up.
I swear to god you could drown a toddler in my panties right now.
I don't even remember who peed on your sofa. But if I was a gambling man...
You're so hot for him, I could reheat this chili in your chooch. So how about it? Chooch chili?
Pam: What a hunk
Cheryl: Total sploosh.
Lana: Yeah, gotta give him a sploosh.
Gillette: And whatever my equivalent of sploosh. Which I guess is just sploosh. Only with semen.
Archer: You swallowed a pool ball?
Pam: I wish just one and I still got two to go.
Who taught you to punch, your husband?
Cheryl: Mopeds are fun but you don't want to let your buddies see you riding one.
Pam: I thought he meant I was fuel efficient. I had only had 10 ten beers.
Pam: NO.... yes.
Pam: Zing! ... Wildly inappropriate.
Krieger: Seriously, Pam.
Pam: Okay, clone wars.