[Michael attempts to assemble a basketball team and Oscar, of Mexican descent, approaches]
Oscar: I can help out if you need me.
Michael Scott: I will use your talents come baseball season. Or if we box.
Jim Halpert: God, this is so sad. This is the smallest amount of power I've ever seen go to someone's head.
Michael Scott: I know. Grumble, grumble, but you would follow me to the ends of the earth grumbling all the way. Like that dwarf from "Lord of the Rings."
Dwight Schrute: Gimli.
Michael Scott: Nerd. That is why you're not on the team.
Dwight Schrute: Just trying to be helpful.
Michael Scott: [mimicking Dwight] "I'll help. Elwyn Dragonslayer. Ten points, power sword."
Jim Halpert: That's him.
Pam Beesley: I'm just saying, Roy is very competitive and he wants to take the WaveRunners to the lake this Saturday, so...
Jim Halpert: Well, I'm going to the outlet mall on Saturday, so if you wanna save big on brand names, and Roy has to work, which he will, because I'm also competitive, you should feel free to come along.
Pam Beesley: Um... I think I'm gonna be up at the lake.
Jim Halpert: I think I'll see you at the mall. Yeah.
Michael Scott: Let's put together the starting line-up, shall we? Stanley, of course.
Stanley Hudson: I'm sorry?
Michael Scott: Um, what do you play? Center?
Stanley Hudson: Why "of course"? What's that supposed to mean?
Michael Scott: I don't know. I don't remember saying that.
Jim Halpert: I heard it.
Michael Scott: Well people hear a lot of things, man.