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ROY: I'm so sorry, Pam. I guess I just always thought that Halpert was having a gay affair with Dwight, or Michael, or something. And, uh, by gay I mean homosexual, not retarded.
PAM: I'm sorry as well. We both made bad choices. Like, you decided to kill a gay man, and I decided to break up with you and not start dating Jim.
ROY: Yeah, why didn't you?
PAM: He has a girlfriend.
ROY: Uh, he only started dating her like five months after we broke up.
PAM: Oh yeah...
ROY: I don't get you, Pam. You really should pay more attention to your calendar.
PAM: I know.
DWIGHT: Chunky mp3 players are better, because you want the lump in your pocket to suggest that you're really happy to see people.
PAM: Awesome.
DWIGHT: So I'll see you later, Pan.
PAM: I think there's a typo in the script. My name is spelled P-A-M. Okay, announcement. My uncle bought me some fireworks. Let's go outside and run around like crazy people.
CFO'S WIFE: This is the guest room.
DWIGHT: So it's an unoccupied room with an unguarded window. Excellent. By the way, are those real pearls?
CFO'S WIFE: Of course they are!
[The CFO's wife exits.]
DWIGHT: So much to steal, so little time...
TOBY: I can't go to your art show because my daughter's play is tonight.
PAM: Don't worry about it.
TOBY: But now that I think about it, I'd rather go to your art show.
PAM: Don't worry about it.
TOBY: I mean, I really want to hook up with a nice woman, you know? And there just aren't any nice, pretty, unmarried women with hot bodies at my daughter's play.
PAM: SERIOUSLY, DON'T WORRY ABOUT IT.
MICHAEL: Phyllis, it's time we talked. About... the birds and the bees. Even though you're kind of like a toad.
PHYLLIS: Get the hell away from me.