Weight Loss

Weight Loss
The employees embark on a corporate weight loss initiative, leading to humorous challenges, Dwight's extreme methods, and Jim's determination to propose to Pam.

Michael: All right, everybody. This is your last meal, so eat up.

Dwight: From this point forward, you will not use the bathroom. We need to keep our starting weights high so we can lose more.

Michael: This summer, corporate is sponsoring a little weight loss contest between the branches. Whichever branch loses the most weight gets three extra vacation days.

Meredith: What should we do with all these leftovers?

Stanley: I'm taking the dumplings for my wife.

Dwight: No, no, no. This is your last meal. There will be no leftovers.

Creed: I can bring these to my shelter.

Stanley: I'm taking my dumplings.

Dwight: There. Take those home to your wife.

Michael: Dwight, Dwight!

Dwight: Michael, it's time.

Dwight: Hit the scales, everybody. Right on that black platform. This way. Step it up.

Darryl: Don't go breaking my scale.

Andy: I'm excited to lose weight for the wedding, because I really want to have washboard abs the first time Angela sees me naked.

Holly: Ex-squeeze me.

Michael: No, I will ex-squeeze you.

Michael: OK everybody. Get used to this because we are going to be standing here briefly every Monday for the next seven Mondays.

Dwight: Wait a minute. One more bite of eclair each. Hold it in your mouth if you can't swallow.

Jim: Really, nothing?

Darryl: 2,336 pounds. Y'all need to learn some portion control.

Dwight: Wait a minute. Pam is on the scale.

Michael: Oh, Pamcake. No, no, no. We would love your extra poundage, but you are going to be leaving us next week, so vamoose. Vamoose, Pam. Dunder Mifflin family only.

Dwight: Family only.

Darryl: All right, got it. 2,210 pounds.

Kevin: Pam, you weigh 226 pounds?

Holly: Almost, Kevin.

Pam: Not almost, though, Holly. I mean, not -- not close to 200...

Holly: Math is hard.

Kevin: Yeah.

Pam: Just, we'll just keep going.

Andy: I'm totally gonna slaughter at the weigh-in today.

Oscar: All I had this weekend to eat was a chicken breast and a case of Diet Coke.

Andy: Really? 'Cause I haven't eaten anything since noon on Friday.

Oscar: OK. Stanley, come on.

Stanley: Oh, I forgot something in my car. I'll see you guys up there.

Stanley: I happen to be losing weight on my own for my own reasons. The truth is, I have lost a little of my speed, a little of my fire. Here's what I used to look like. Look at those biceps. We were fighting the power and eating whatever we wanted.

Holly: And arch your back. And slowly bring up your head.

Michael: Jimbo.

Jim: Ah, they moved the shower.

Michael: Did you see Holly's butt?

Jim: No, I didn't. You know why?

Michael: Why?

Jim: Because most of the time, friends don't talk about other friends' butts.

Michael: I know.

Jim: But what have you learned about her?

Michael: I learned that she broke her left leg twice in one year. I learned that she's allergic to sesame seeds. I learned that she has read "Lonesome Dove" three times.

Jim: Nice.

Michael: And that her butt refuses to quit!

Jim: Well, I tried.

Michael: You have to agree with me. That's insane.

Jim: I'll just go later.

Michael: I thought you had to pee.

Oscar: Hey, if you're into yoga, I take a great bikram class in Dickson City.

Holly: Oh, thanks. I should check that out.

Oscar: Also -- and no pressure -- the teacher? He's a catch.

Holly: Actually, I'm a lesbian.

Oscar: I'm gay!

Holly: I'm not a lesbian. I don't know why I said that... It's a joke.

Oscar: What's the joke?

Holly: There is no joke. I just said it because I haven't had much luck lately and I'm not really looking to date. Maybe I should switch to women.

Oscar: Oh, you think it's a choice?

Holly: Um, I'm gonna head back to my work area and just--

Oscar: I'm messing with you, Holly.

Holly: I knew that. OK, bye.

Oscar: OK.

Jim: So you have the directions.

Pam: Yes.

Jim: You have a toothbrush.

Pam: Yes.

Jim: You have a cell phone charger.

Pam: I have everything.

Pam: Tomorrow I start a three-month design program at the Pratt Institute in New York. I will be a little fish in the big apple. What up, 212?

Dwight: Fax this for me.

Jim: Come on, man. She goes to New York in like 10 minutes.

Dwight: It's not gonna take her 10 minutes to fax it, Jim. If I don't see you again, goodbye. Well, actually, I'll see you when you give me the fax confirmation, so never mind.

Andy: Ang. Ela. Ella, ella, ella. Under my Angerela. Ella, ella, ella. Ay, ay--

Angela: What?

Andy: Hey, check it out. This is The Breakers, Newport, Rhode Island. Huge, awesome gorgeous mansion overlooking the Atlantic. And my dad went to Cornell with the current groundskeeper.

Andy: Every little boy fantasizes about his fairy-tale wedding.

Angela: No. No.

Andy: This is where my parents decided not to get divorced.

Angela: I don't care.

Andy: OK. How do you feel about Maine? I'm on it. I'll see you later, love.

Dwight: Ahh. We done good in there, half pint.

Angela: Well, that was the last time, Dwight. I mean it.

Dwight: Monkey.

Angela: No, no. I have a fiance I very much like!

Michael: Hey, hey! Pam, Pam! Hey!

Jim: What happened?

Michael: I wrote you a goodbye poem. It's really long. I left it up in my office. Could you just please wait till I go get it?

Pam: I should really get going.

Michael: No. OK. Um, the last word is "seagulls."

Pam: I'm sure it was really lovely.

Michael: I took a lot from other poems.

Jim: Call me when you get in.

Pam: OK, bye.

Jim: Bye.

Michael: All right, call--

Pam: No, Michael.

Jim: Why haven't I proposed yet? Uh, actually Pam and I talked about it. And we just decided that, um -- well, we didn't want to spend first three months of our engagement apart. And Pam's always said she doesn't want a long engagement. Something in her past, I guess. I'm not really sure of the whole story, but something about a guy who used to work here...

Michael: OK, no, no, no, no, no, no. Same places as last week.

Angela: It doesn't matter, Michael.

Michael: Yes, it does. No, this is about weight displacement. We have to have the same weight distribution. Right here. Here we go. Let's move that up. Here we go.

Holly: Oh, fancy meeting you here.

Michael: All right.

Darryl: OK, everybody smile. Ho! You lost 31 pounds.

Michael: All right!

Jim: I can't believe I'm saying this, but Michael is actually killing it with Holly. And I think I know why. It's because Holly is kind of a major dork.

Michael: I'm MC Mike Scott, and I am hot. She's DJ Jazzy Flax, and she is the best. All those sucker branches can suck our fat!

Holly: Wikka wikka wikka what?

Ronnie: Dunder Mifflin, this is Ronnie.

Jim: I don't really know Ronnie. But I have a feeling I will get to know her very well over the next few years, and eventually declare my love for her.

Professor: Sorry I'm late. I accidentally switched my alarm clock setting to Zapf Chancery. Which is my terrible segue into our course, Expressive Typography in New Media.

Pam: I'm in the wrong class...

Professor: Some of you may remember from last semester I am Professor Monaghan. And looks like I'm boring someone already.

Pam: Oh, no. I just--

Professor: Please sit down.

Holly: You're shaking. Are you all right?

Kelly: Just leave me alone!

Kelly: I am on the third day of my cleanse diet. All I have to do is drink maple syrup, lemon juice, cayenne pepper and water for all three meals. Um, I just bought some bikinis online, size 2. So ... gonna look amazing.

Ronnie: Hi, can I help you?

Jan: I need you to make me 100 copies of this on canary yellow.

Kevin: Hi Jan.

Jan: Hi.

Kevin: How's the candle game?

Jan: Oh, great. Yeah, Serenity by Jan is kicking ass and taking names. You remember last week when that girl went missing? Guess whose candles they used for the vigil?

Kevin: Cool. Thank God they found her, too.

Jan: Oh, they found her?

Michael: Hi, Jan. Hello, baby. How are you? Good to see you. Who's your daddy? You don't know who your daddy is, do you? No, you don't. Come on. Let's go in.

Jim: When Michael told us that Jan was pregnant, he led us to believe that he was the father. By telling us that he was the father.

Holly: Hey, Oscar. Who's that woman in Michael's office with the feet?

Jan: That's his ex.

Holly: Oh, she's very beautiful.

Oscar: Yes, she is. And clinically insane.

Holly: So, listen, I don't know if your offer still stands or whatever, but you can give your yoga teacher my number.

Oscar: OK.

Angela: Listen, dummy! It's not that hard. All you have to do is take the numbers from the sales report and type them into a master spreadsheet. A G.D. monkey could do it. I do not understand why you can't do it.

Holly: No! You do not talk to him like that!

Angela: But he's an idiot!

Kevin: Hey!

Holly: He is not an idiot!

Kevin: Thank you, Holly.

Holly: He is mentally challenged. But he's doing a super job here.

Kevin: Wait, back up. Do you think that I am retarded?

Holly: Well, no. Dwight...

Angela: Oh, Holly, that is very offensive.

Holly: I'm sorry.

Andy: Hey. So, since my little lady has such particular, impossible to perceive taste, I have made nonrefundable deposits at four totally different wedding locales: Hot-air balloons over Napa Valley, world-famous Walt Disney's Epcot Center, scuba-diving wedding in the Bahamas and the Wilkes-Barre Marriott Ballroom C.

Angela: Dangerous. Tacky. Sharks. Haunted. No.

Angela: Hurry, we have to make this fast.

Dwight: Let's do this thing.

Angela: Hey!

Angela: I have a nice comforter and several cozy pillows. I usually read a chapter of a book, and it's lights out by 8:30. That's how I sleep at night!

Jim: All right, I am connecting and ... you are not there. Did you install it right? How about this: Go to applications--

Pam: I can see you!

Jim: All right!

Pam: This is so cool.

Jim: So what is going on, girl in the computer?

Pam: Lunch with a girl from my hall.

Jim: Uh-huh.

Pam: Ceramics class. Then dinner by myself. I'm gonna watch HGTV and maybe go to Bungalow 8 with John Mayer.

Dwight: OK, can you turn the girl off please? I'm trying to get some work done.

Michael: No way. No way. Pam Beesley. Hello. Hey, everybody look, Pam. Pam, say hi. Say hi to Pam. Don't we all look skinny? Oh, oh, almost dropped you!

Pam: Can you put me down I'm getting a little nauseous?

Michael: Pam, I'd like you to meet Ronnie. We call her Rice-a-Ronnie. She is hilarious. She is wonderful, a beam of light in this dark, dark office. Not really so much. All she does is plop herself down there and answer phones all day.

Pam: The nerve.

Michael: Oh, calm down, weirdo. It's just a joke. She's such a weirdo! You know what? My real beef with her, though, Pam? She can't find those little colored paper clips that I like so much. Will you help her find them, please?

Pam: They're on the supply shelf.

Michael: Let's go. We are following Pam to the supply shelf. Let us go.

Pam: New York is so exciting. I love my classes. The city's awesome. Um, can you give me back to Jim now, please?

Michael: OK, everybody, let's suck in our guts.

Darryl: 2,184 pounds, for a grand total -- oh! You all gained five pounds back.

Michael: Damn it. Come on.

Oscar: Oh!

Kevin: Oh, my God!

Dwight: Come on, Bernard.

Michael: Here we go. Everybody on.

Dwight: All right, we're set.

Darryl: Still good. You guys lost a pound. You lost one pound.

Kelly: I was on an IV for two days at the hospital.

Stanley: I lost four pounds. I don't know what those other fools were doing, but I lost four pounds.

Phyllis: Angela, you'll go to the supermarket and get the New York cheesecake. Make sure it's the generic one. It's Stanley's favorite.

Phyllis: Yes, I've replaced Angela as head of the party planning committee. I guess I was just in the right place at the right time.

Michael: How's it going?

Phyllis: It's going well.

Michael: Good.

Holly: I have a crazy idea. What if we did, um, fruit instead of cake?

Michael: Cake? Who suggested cake?

Phyllis: We lost weight today. I think it's OK to reward ourselves once in a while.

Michael: Are you kidding me? We only lost one pound, Phyllis.

Michael: What is wrong with these people? They have no willpower. I went -- I once went 28 years without having sex. And then again for seven years.

Michael: Does anyone have any idea what the number one cause of death is in this country?

Dwight: Shotgun weddings.

Jim: That's not what that is.

Creed: Fright. Being scared to death.

Michael: No.

Holly: Obesity-caused illnesses.

Dwight: Obesity-caused illnesses.

Michael: Thank you. Holly is right. People, this is not just about winning some extra vacation days. This is about a very cool HR initiative that if we don't follow, we are all going to die of obesity. So how much are we gonna lose?

Jim: I would like to lose 65 pounds.

Michael: Yes, all right. Who else? Can I put you down for 10 pounds?

Angela: No. My doctor wants me to gain weight.

Michael: If you gain weight, you will die. I want you to live forever. I want us all to live forever. How? How are we going to do this?

Jim: Cryogenics. Beer me five.

Michael: This is how we're gonna do it. Five pounds. I'm asking each of you to lose five pounds. That plus Jim's 65 will give us a very good chance at winning this thing.

Jim: All right, I'm taking off.

Michael: Booty call.

Jim: Nope, just going to see Pam.

Michael: Here.

Jim: Maybe put up some shelves.

Michael: Wait a second. I don't want you to end up with a surprise pregnancy like me.

Jim: OK, thank you for ... this.

Michael: You want more?

Jim: No.

Andy: I don't know if there's any one place that has all these things.

Angela: It's not my problem.

Andy: Thousand-year-old church in the continental United States. There has to be a rainbow. 24-hour veterinarian on call.

Angela: That is very important to me, so -- I have work to do. Just do it.

Andy: Sweetheart. Just so you know, I don't care where we get married. I'll marry you right here in this building. I'll marry you in the parking lot. I'll marry you in the eye of a hurricane in the middle of a snowstorm on top of a monsoon. All I care about is that we're gonna spend the rest of our lives together.

Andy: Hey-oh!

Angela: I know I haven't made this easy on you.

Jim: Hi.

Pam: Hi. Mmm. 'Cause--

Jim: Oh, that's so rude of me. Have you seen, um, Pam's new art? It's right there. Check it out.

Michael: It's a pretty lame party.

Ronnie: Does anyone want to dance?

Jim: Some girl came into Pam's room crying about her roommate stealing her soy milk. So I'm in here waiting it out.

Phyllis: Stanley, Michael's not here. You can eat a slice of your birthday cake.

Stanley: I don't like cake anymore

Andy: Why not, dawg?

Stanley: Tastes changed. Now all I like is baklava.

Dwight: Michael, we have a situation.

Dwight: They should not be in that room.

Holly: That's so lame they didn't invite us.

Michael: You know what we should do? We should have a party and not invite them.

Dwight: Yeah!

Michael: Let's go mini-golfing.

Holly: Hey, could I have a rain check on the mini-golf. I, uh, actually have a date tonight.

Michael: Uh...

Holly: It'll probably be a total disaster, but...

Michael: Um, I think you'll have fun. Men from Scranton are handsome, and they know how to show a woman a good time.

Dwight: Not that guy who murdered his mother. He was not so handsome. Also Kevin.

Michael: You know what? We're pretty much done here today. Why don't you just take off early?

Holly: Really?

Michael: Yeah.

Holly: Oh, that's sweet. Wish me luck.

Michael: Good luck.

Michael: Oh, Holly doesn't need luck. Everyone that meets her instantly loves her.

Dwight: Party's over. You are so busted!

Michael: OK, everybody. Phyllis, did I or did I not say fruit?

Phyllis: You said fruit, Michael.

Michael: And what is that?

Phyllis: Cake.

Michael: You know, we're gonna have to try a little harder if we are going to win this thing.

Dwight: Happy Birthday, Stanley!

Holly: It's kind of a good news, bad news situation. The bad news is we're not doing very well, so we really had to starve ourselves this whole week. But the good news is that all the other branches are doing just as bad as we are, so corporate upped the prize to five days. So if we stay fat long enough, we may actually get a whole month off.

Kevin: What?

Creed: Oh nothing.

Kelly: It's just some of us are taking this really seriously.

Kelly: I swallowed a tapeworm last night. It's going to grow up to three feet inside of me and then it eats all my food so that I don't get fat. And then after three months I take some medicine and then I pass it. Creed sold it to me. It's from Mexico.

Creed: That wasn't a tapeworm.

Ryan: How's my favorite branch doing? All right.

Michael: Ronnie was bleh. Things were at an all time sad here. But then I got an e-mail from Ryan, that he was coming back to town. And I called the temp agency and I told them I will pay you any amount, just give me Ryan Howard. Give him to me. I want him. I need him.

Ryan: And you got a goatee!

Michael: I did!

Ryan: Did you get that after you helped me move and you saw mine?

Michael: Yes. Gooooo-tee!

Kevin: Firrrrre-duh guy!

Ryan: Hey Kevin... That's really funny.

Kevin: Yeah.

Ryan: It's great to see you Kev.

Kevin: You too.

Ryan: I'm keeping a list... of everyone who wrongs me. So when I'm back on top, they'll be sorry. Kevin just made the list.

Ryan: Jim. I wanted to apologize... for how I treated you last year. I lost sight of myself and now that I've quit the rat race I've realized there's so much more to life than being the youngest VP in the company's history. I've even started volunteering. Giving back to the community.

Jim: Well that's great. You're talking about your court ordered community service?

Ryan: I don't need a judge to tell me to keep my community clean.

Jim: But he did, right?

Ryan: All right.

Jim: All right.

Darryl: Well you lost zero pounds. No change. On the bright side you gained zero pounds.

Michael: Hey, you know what? I can't do this by myself people! Kelly and I are the only ones who have either passed out or almost passed out.

Andy: Damnit, I need these five days for my honeymoon! Who is slacking?

Holly: Ok, let's just all try and work harder, ok?

Andy: NO! I want names!

Andy: This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my entire life. I haven't had a very hard life.

Oscar: So how was your date?

Holly: Eight point five. I got a red wine stain on my favorite shirt. But he's cute, right?

Holly: What's wrong?

Michael: Mmm--- mmm... Um...

Michael: Close the door. This is your fault.

Jim: Nope.

Michael: Your stupid friend zone.

Jim: Mmm.

Michael: I should have been lovers with her first and then friends. That was terrible advice. Terrible advice! You know my seduction method. I like to get in there and get my hands dirty! Wh--- You sabotaged me. You sabotaged me, man!

Dwight: Attention! Attention! We only have a few weeks left. And most of you are just as fat as the day we began.

Jim: How much weight have you lost, Dwight?

Dwight: I am hardly the problem, Jim.

Jim: No, you're definitely the problem.

Dwight: This is what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna randomly select three names and these three people will get liposuction. Uhhhhh Stanley, Phyllis, Kevin. And you will be responsible for your own medical bills.

Ryan: Kelly.

Kelly: Oh, hello Ryan. You look well.

Ryan: I wanted to say I'm sorry... for treating you bad the past couple years. I was in my mid twenties and I was goin' through a lot of stuff. I think I never fully processed 9/11. Um, I want you to know I've changed.

Kelly: Cool.

Ryan: We should get a drink later. Catch up. Pick me up around eight?

Kelly: Oh that is so sweet. Um, but I'm dating Darryl, still, and we're like crazy in love so...

Ryan: That--- I, um... cool. Well maybe I'll see you around.

Kelly: It's a small office.

Ryan: Yeah.

Dwight: Hello Phyllis. Do you have a minute? Listen. I'm really sorry... about what I said before. Ok? I was way out of line.

Phyllis: Yes you were.

Dwight: But you know what, I want to make it up to you. There is a sure fire sale, but it's a two man job. Interested?

Phyllis: Split the commission?

Dwight: Sixty - forty. Hm? I'll drive.

Holly: Dieting's only half of it.

Michael: Mmm-hmm. Saunas.

Holly: And exercise. Although I know everybody loves going to the gym.

Michael: Gah, the dreadmill.

Jim: Probably the weirdest thing about Pam being gone would be lunch... actually. But um, it will force me to become acquaintances with people I consider... coworkers.

Friend: Oh, my God. Ok. Everybody just act normal. Don't say anything.

Pam: What?

Friend: My ex-girlfriend. She's right behind you. Just... hide me.

Pam: Really, where?

Friend: No no! Don't look!

Pam: Wow, was it the age difference?

Friend: Uh, actually, kind of. Yes. I just didn't like eating dinner that early.

Pam: Hey! Jim! Um, listen, can I call you back in a little bit? I made friends!

Phyllis: Are you insane?!

Dwight: Hey, hey!

Oscar: Oh my God, what happened?

Phyllis: There was no client. Dwight drove me to an abandoned warehouse five miles away and pushed me out of the car. I had to walk home with no money and no phone.

Dwight: And you burned over a thousand calories walking home. And this branch just got a little bit closer to winning the contest. Phyllis Vance, ladies and gentlemen!

Phyllis: You left me in a bad part of town!

Dwight: Yeah, I took your purse. What are you worried about? You look great. I can definitely see the difference.

Phyllis: Phyllis Vance for David Wallace.

Holly: "...or that Dunder Mifflin does not discriminate. Nor does it condone unhealthy dieting habits or extreme weight loss strategies. As was clearly stated in the official starting---"

Michael: Ohhhh! Bang! Boom! Say Clump! Why hello everybody!

Holly: What are you doing?

Jim: Fair question.

Michael: I say, I say, I say, I say down Holly! I'll take it from here. I am beautiful. They are beautiful. He is beautiful. This big fat pig is beautiful.

Michael: It's my sumo suit. I just didn't inflate it all the way. I am so glad that I bought instead of rented.

Michael: Body image. We are here because there is something wrong with society.

Jim: See, you're always saying there's something wrong with society, but... maybe there's something wrong with you.

Michael: If it's me, then society made me that way. Now, I know a lot of you are probably asking yourself, "Why are you dressed in a plus sized suit?"

Kevin: Because you're kind of doing Michael Clump.

Michael: How do you know Michael Clump?

Oscar: Because it's your making-fun-of-fat-people character.

Michael: How dare you! Michael Clump is a celebration of fat people.

Oscar: I think of him as more like... a monster? What about, "I say, I say, I say, I'll sit on you!"

Dwight: No, no, no, it goes, it goes... look, "I say, I say, I say, I'll sit on you!"

Michael: No, no, no, NO, no! You know what? Fat people are not monsters! Why don't you guys have a little more sensitivity to the subject. Bang! Boom! Case in point! Look at the outside of this building. It is ugly. But you come inside... and it is beautiful. Just like this unappealing fat suit. Inside is a rather handsome, sexy, man.

Dwight: Vamping.

Michael: Hey! Why don't you just sit down, please?

Dwight: Eh, I've been sitting all day.

Michael: We're doing this because of you. So why don't you just go stand somewhere else. Hey. Hey. You shaved?

Ryan: I did.

Michael: Why?

Professor: So, in the year 2000, fungus and even black mold was discovered growing in the cave. Some blame it on the new air conditioning system they installed. Some, on the high powered lights. Others feel that fungus is do to an over---

Pam: Nice.

Professor: Quiet please.

Pam: Sorry.

Friend: Sorry.

Michael: Dwight, I would like you to apologize to this beautiful, beautiful woman for forcing her to walk five miles, which for her is basically a death march.

Dwight: She should thank me.

Michael: Ok Phyllis, thank Dwight first.

Phyllis: Why should I have to thank him?

Michael: You're right, you're right. Just, Dwight, do it. Just say it ok.

Dwight: I apologize for creating a ruse which forced you to exercise.

Michael: Finally. Right? Ok, Phyllis you must be exhausted from standing on those gams. Why don't you have a seat? Let's all clap at Phyllis. Ok! When Michael Clump wants to remind you that corporate... their idea, yes, was to urge you to lose weight, but more importantly what this whole thing is about, this contest is really about being healthy. And in order to be healthy, you have to eat, Kelly. Kelly. Kelly, I want you to stand up on your chair. Come on, stand up on your chair. Stand up, stand up, stand up. Somebody help her. Here we go. Ok, I want you to look at her. She's a beautiful Indian woman. Why? What makes her beautiful?

Ryan: Everything. She's perfect.

Meredith: I like her nails.

Michael: Ok, be more specific.

Meredith: I like her fingernails.

Phyllis: I like her purple dress.

Michael: What about her looks?

Creed: Hell of an ass.

Kelly: ...what else do people like?

Phyllis: I wonder what people like about me? ... Probably my jugs.

Michael: Kelly, will you just agree to stop this mess and stop trying to kill yourself?

Kelly: I hate dieting, I hate it so much. I hate this worm inside of me!

Michael: I want you to know. Kelly, look at me! I want you to know that you are beautiful. You are truly, truly beautiful. Give me a hug. Mmmmmm.

Jim: Summers going great. Just spent two hours listening to Michael Clump. I have a weird pain in my left side that I'm convinced is an ulcer. My girlfriend lives in New York and I haven't seen her in 10 days. How's your summer?

Michael: Hey Ryan, look. Shaved off my goatee. I am goateeless. We are the goateeless brothers.

Ryan: Oh...

Michael: Ahaha, Yep!

Oscar: How was Friday night?

Holly: Oh, I had a good time, but it's been three days and no call. I even have two tickets to see Counting Crows for tonight, so...

Oscar: He'll call.

Michael: Oscar, enough with the girl talk please.

Darryl: You guys lost four pounds.

Michael: Hey!

Darryl: I say we have a parade.

Dwight: We better.

Michael: Excellent! Good job.

Jim: So as it turns out, tonight is my nephews T-ball game and I kinda missed the first three, so...

Pam: You've already disappointed him so much. He can't be expecting a lot from you.

Jim: I know. I suck.

Dwight: Yes, you do.

Jim: Dwight says "Hi."

Dwight: I do not! I do not say "Hi" Pam!

Jim: Now he is saying "Hi" louder.

Pam: I... listen, umm, we're still good for this weekend, right?

Jim: Umm...

Pam: No football games, recitals, karate tournaments.

Jim: Hey, can you go to IM?

Pam: OK.

Jim: OK.

Jim: Let's meet for lunch.

Dwight: What are you writing about me?

Receptionitis15 [screen name]: What -- today?

Jim: Yeah. C'mon we'll meet halfway. You'll be back for your 4 o'clock class.

Dwight: I'm gonna write you both up for not working.

Jim: I'm gonna write you up for not working.

Dwight: Ok, well played. Neither of us'll write the other up for not working.

Receptionitis15: Where?

Jim: The rest stop where that soda exploded on me. Exit 17, I think. 1 o'clock.

Receptionitis15: .

Michael: Yeah, oh, hey. Did he call?

Holly: I just got off... Kendall? I just got off...

Michael: No no, did, I heard you talking to Oscar about that guy. What, what happened? Did he call?

Holly: Oh, no.

Michael: Really?

Holly: No.

Michael: Aach.

Holly: And you know what? I even got two tickets to see the Counting Crows tonight as a surprise. Why do guys not call when they say they are gonna call?

Michael: I dunno. I always call everybody back right away. He'll call back though. Give him until the end of the day, he'll call. If he doesn't, he is loco.

Holly: Thanks. That's sweet. Anyways, umm, seems like we lost to Utica by only eight pounds.

Michael: Ugh.

Holly: Well, at least everyone lost weight. That's all that really matters.

Michael: Wait, do we have until the end of the day?

Holly: So we're only eight pounds behind Utica. Now, I know it's a stretch but we could weigh ourselves again at the end of the day and maybe win this thing after all.

Andy: Leave it to me, boss. I can get this whole office to make weight. It's gonna be a little toasty in here. Good old fashioned sweat lodge.

Andy: Andy Bernard does not lose contests. He wins them... or he quits them because they are unfair.

Michael: Hey, is that healthy food?

Kelly: Nope.

Michael: We're trying to win a contest here, Kelly. Please?

Jim: Hey, Michael. I just scheduled lunch with a client so I might be back a little late.

Michael: Ok, that is fine. Just water, and be back by weigh-in, ok?

Jim: Perfect.

Angela: I hate to even ask because you have been so accommodating about all the wedding stuff.

Andy: Your wish is my command.

Angela: Is there any way our first dance can be to my favorite song, The Little Drummer Boy?

Andy: Of course!

Angela: Really?

Andy: Yeah! I mean it's a great song. I always thought it was bigger than Christmas anyway. You know?

Angela: Mmhmm.

Andy: And you know what? The guys already know it so it's easy breezy.

Angela: The guys?

Andy: I didn't tell you.

Angela: Mm-mm

Andy: Here Comes Treble, class of '96 was available for our big day, so, I booked 'em.

Angela: I don't think that...

Andy: And, they are collectively my best man. And they are crashing with us for three weeks, so... it totally works out.

Angela: I don't know if I want your old college a capella group to be our wedding band.

Andy: Ok, I hear you, sweetheart, but this is a deal breaker. But you know what? You're gonna love these guys. Carl 1, Carl 2, Broccoli Rob, Spare Rib, Doobie, Lunch Box, Boner Champ, that's me, Pubie Lewis and the News, Hopscotch, Jingle Jangle, Sandwich. These are the best best-man a guy could ever hope for.

Angela: Let's talk about this later.

Andy: Mm-wah!

Pam: Hey! This is not half-way! I did the math. I had to drive way longer than you. Montclair would have been closer, so you have to buy lunch.

Pam: What are you doing?

Jim: I just... couldn't wait.

Pam: Oh my God!

Jim: Pam, will you marry me?

Pam: Oh my God!

Jim: So?

Pam: Yes!

Dwight: God. Where is Jim?

Holly: I'm calling it. I guess that's curtains for the yoga guy.

Michael: Aww, really?

Holly: Yeah.

Michael: I have to say, I think the problem with that whole thing...

Holly: Yeah?

Michael: ...was that he was a complete stupid idiot.

Holly: Aww man, I really wanted to see them.

Michael: I know. I love Counting Crows.

Holly: Look at where my seats were.

Michael: Wow, really?

Holly: Yeah.

Michael: That's a shame. A shame to waste these. I want to buy them from you.

Holly: Michael, you don't have to buy them.

Michael: I do. No. I do. I, I want to. Trust me. I really do.

Holly: Ok.

Michael: Ok?

Holly: Yeah.

Michael: Alright. Alright! Just, I want you to just forget about him, ok? Case closed. Umm, can I pay you tomorrow? I have like a 60 dollar limit on my ATM, so...

Holly: Yeah.

Michael: Is that good?

Holly: Yeah.

Jim: Hey, sorry everybody.

Dwight: What are you smiling about there smiley pants? You're late.

Andy: Wet Tuna!

Jim: Hey Dwight.

Michael: OK.

Jim: What's up, Meredith?

Meredith: Nothing.

Dwight: Dripping on me.

Michael: Darryl, would you do the honors?

Darryl: Two thousand one hundred seventy-five. Sorry guys.

Michael: Nonono, no, no, I don't want to hear moaning. This is a good day. You guys accomplished something big. You lost a ton of weight, literally. A lot of weight. And I don't care what any stupid scale says. You guys are all gigantic losers.

Stanley: I don't know about anyone else. But it was a good summer for me. I lost seven pounds. And you know what? I'm just gonna take five days off anyway.

Toby: Oh, I went zip lining my third day in Costa Rica. I guess the harness wasn't strapped in exactly right. I broke my neck. And, I've been in the hospital five weeks now. I still haven't seen the beach. It's nice to have visitors.

Kelly: I'm doing the blood type diet.

Meredith: Who gives a f?

Kelly: What'd you say h?

Holly: Okay, great. I got it.

Dwight: Look what just arrived from the Nashua branch. "Here's something to enjoy on your three non-vacation days. Nashua branch." Can I send them a dead deer?

Michael: No, you know what we're gonna do? We're gonna take that and we are going to us it as a reward for the end of our competition.

Dwight: Classy.

Dwight: My dream vacation? I sleep in, putter around the farm, go fishing for a few hours, take a long run in the forest, check the traps. Then the sun comes up and I head into work, which is empty, because everyone else is out of town on vacation.

Oscar: Nice job, Kevin.

Oscar: I'm pretty fit. But in the gay community, there's a lot of pressure to be ripped. I got straight abs. I want gay abs.

Oscar: Can you turn the heat down now - it's oppressive.

Andy: Yeah, totally. I'm sorry, Oscar. Yeah, I didn't realize it was bothering you.

Oscar: It's just...

Andy: 'Cause it's kind of bothering all of us, 'cause it's really hot, you know, it's hot, so we can lose weight, so we don't screw up this whole contest for the entire freaking office, but if you want, I'll turn it down.

Michael: Hello, hello. Hey! Your face is almost back to normal.

Meredith: One more kid calls me "Hellboy," I swear to God...

Dwight: Oh, you wish. Hellboy's a hero.

Meredith: These guys took me out on their fishing boat. I don't think I caught anything.

Oscar: Have you been to the beach yet?

Toby: No, but I'm going zip lining tomorrow, through the, through the rainforest, with this cool couple I, I met at my hotel. Wo-woman's amazing...

Michael: Hey, Oscar! Come on, let's go!

Oscar: Okay, Toby, I gotta go.

Toby: Hey, is that Michael? Does he miss me? Uh, Oscar? Are you there? Hello?

Michael: I am suspending you without pay for the rest of the year.

Jim: No, you're not.

Michael: Okay, no, I am not. Dwight! I want you to take Jim's chair. No! No! His chair at his desk. He gets it back on Friday.

Dwight: All right!

Michael: I want you to get your ass out of my face.

Jim: Yeah, well, if you're only free till three on Sunday and I can't get there till one, then it's gonna be pretty tight.

Michael: That's what she said.

Jim: Hey, can you not?

Dwight: Can you not? No sitting devices, Michael's rules.

Jim: No, no, no, definitely, definitely. Yes. Next weekend, then. All right! I love you, too.

Dwight: Gah!

Darryl: Hey, um, my daughter said you traded her a headband for her Nintendo DS?

Kelly: Oh yeah, she loves that headband.

Darryl: She's six.

Kelly: She manipulates you.

Darryl: Okay, I'm gonna need you to make this right or else we can't be right.

Kelly: I never know when you're kidding.

Jan: I can't feel... I can't feel anything that you're doing, Michael.

Michael: Well...

Jan: It's like nothing's happening.

Michael: You're...you know what? I read in one of those books that you're not even supposed to give foot massages because it can induce labor.

Jan: Oh, just stop making excuses and just dig in there.

Michael: I'm digging.

Jim: When Michael told us that Jan was pregnant, he led us all to believe that he was the father... by telling us he was the father. But then we got this e-mail from Jan. "Hi, everyone! Jan here, writing to share some wonderful news and to quash a rumor. First, the great news - I am expecting. The beautiful baby inside me will be ready to meet the world this fall just a few months before the launch of the new Serenity by Jan line (shameless plug, I know, don't hate me, LOL). Anyway, I also wanted to clarify that the father is not anyone that you or I have ever met. Remember, no matter how excited someone is about my baby, it does not make them the father. Best, Jan. P.S. Hope to ship you something soon."

Michael: I can't wait to be a father. I'm going to smother that baby.

Jan: Uh, new wicks from Craft Corner, uh, this dress returned to Suburban Casuals, and uh, panty liners.

Michael: I really, I don't want to get panty liners, please...

Jan: Well, I, you said you wanted to help, so I...

Michael: I know, it's...

Dwight: Will you be able to milk with those implants?

Jan: You mean breastfeed?

Dwight: Yeah. Easy there, old girl.

Jan: Uh, I'm fine, thank you.

Dwight: Okay.

Jan: Would you just call me when you're done with the errands, Michael?

Michael: Yes.

Dwight: Careful. Hmm. She was a keeper.

Michael: I want you to get the panty liners.

Dwight: Done.