Pam: And I make sounds much worse than this?
Dwight: Oh we know.

Pam: What are you doing?
Dwight: What does it look like I'm doing? Digging a grave for a horse.

Erin: Pam, how would you rate me as a receptionist on a scale of 1 to 3?
Pam: Ummm, two?
Erin: That's like the second to last thing I wanted to hear.

Ryan: Everybody wants to be rich, but nobody wants to work for it.
Pam: You came in at 10:30 today right?

Pam: I think we should get a townhouse in SoHo.
Ryan: SoHo's mostly lofts but okay.

Creed: It's Creed. FYI I'm starting my own paper company, looking to poach some chumps. You in?
Pam: Yes.
Creed: Cool. Let's keep this on the QT okay? I want you to be a dead mama jama.

Pam: You're in the gay mafia.
Oscar: You're thinking of another group. Much wealthier, much older. You sound ignorant.

Pam: He talked about himself in the third person?
Angela: Yes Pam, not everyone is as informal as you and Jim. Oh hey Pam, dude. Wanna marry me?

Pam: Why do you need to wear the holster at all?
Dwight: Why do you need to keep wearing those boobie shirts all the time?
Angela: Thank you.

Creed: He put some snacks in the freezer for us.
Pam: You mean the frozen mice for the piranha?
Creed: No, the blueberry slurpy pouch.
Phyllis: He means the ice pack.

Pam: Should we get toppings?
Michael: What do you like Pam?

Pam: Why don't you want to eat lunch with your boyfriend?
Erin: I really don't like spending time with him.

The Office Quotes

Jan: All right, well are you gonna take care of this?
Michael: Yeppers.
Jan: What did I tell you about "yeppers?"
Michael: I don't... remember.
Jan: I told you not to say it. Do you remember that?
Michael: Yeesh...

Michael: I love you, Jan.
Jan: Okay.