Jim Halpert: [about purse salesgirl Katy] She's not really my type.
Roy: What, are you gay?
Jim Halpert: Mm, I don't think so, nope.
Kevin: Well, what is your type?
Jim Halpert: [looks at Pam, takes a few seconds to come up with an answer] Moms, primarily. Yep, soccer moms, single moms, NASCAR moms. Any type of mom, really.
Roy: That's disgusting.
Kevin: Stay away from my mom.
Jim Halpert: Too late, Kev.
Michael Scott: All right, girls, break it up; you're being infiltrated. Cock in the henhouse.
Dwight Schrute: Cocks in the henhouse.
Michael Scott: Don't say cocks.
Dwight Schrute: The purse girl hits everything on my checklist: Creamy skin, straight teeth, curly hair, amazing breasts. Not for me, for my children. The Schrutes produce very thirsty babies.
Michael Scott: I live by one rule: No office romances, no way. Very messy, inappropriate... no. But, I live by another rule: Just do it... Nike.
Ryan Howard: [cleaning out Michael's car] What about this bottle of power drink?
Michael Scott: Uh, what flavor?
Ryan Howard: Blue.
Michael Scott: Blue's not a flavor.
Ryan Howard: It says, "Flavor: Blue Blast."
Michael Scott: Oh, Blue Blast. Yes, put that in the trunk.
Ryan Howard: [cleaning out Michael's car] Wow. How many Filet-O-Fishes did you eat?
Michael Scott: That's over several months, Ryan.
Ryan Howard: Still...
[after tricking Dwight to buy a purse, Jim and Pam watch from reception, and Jim imitates Dwight]
Jim Halpert: Hi, my name's Dwight Schrute and I would like to buy a purse from you. Good Lord! Look at these purses. This is something special. Oh, my God. Is this Salvatore de Chini-asta?
Kevin: So... are you jealous 'cause there's another girl around?
Pam Beesly: No.
Kevin: [considers Pam's lack of jealousy] She's prettier than you, though.
Pam Beesly: [long, stunned pause] That's a very rude thing to say, Kevin.
Jim Halpert: Pam and I are good buddies. I'm sort of Pam's go-to guy for her problems. You know, with stuff like work or her fiancé Roy. Or, um...
[thinking of a third problem]
Jim Halpert: No, those are pretty much her only two problems.
[to Jim about the hot saleswoman, Katy]
Roy: Man, I would be all over that if I wasn't dating Pam.
Pam Beesly: We're not dating, we're engaged.
Jim Halpert: Well, I think I'm gonna see Katy.
Pam Beesly: Really?
Jim Halpert: Yeah.
Pam Beesly: What are you guys gonna do?
Jim Halpert: Oh, man, I don't know. Dinner. Drinks, movie, matching tattoos.
Jim Halpert: All right, now, I'm going to warn you, don't freak out.
Jim Halpert: This is a really nice car. In case you haven't notice, this is a Corolla.
Michael Scott: Whatever you need, I'm right on the other side of this wsll.
Michael Scott: [knocks on the wall] There used to be a window here.
Michael Scott: [diappointed] There's not anymore.