The Hansons made it to Oman!
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| Andy: | I'm a little worried that I may have asked out Naughty Nelly instead of Erin. Which would be whole lot less appealing, because Naughty Nelly says yes to everyone. And she might be a murderer. |
| Dwight Schrute: | Michael, what is the meaning of this email that everyone got? | ||||||||||
| Michael Scott: | You'll have to be more specific, Dwight. I get like eight e-mails a day. ---------
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| Andy: | You give me a gift? Bam! Thank You note. You invite me somewhere? Pow! RSVP. You do me a favor? Wham! Favor returned. Do not test my politeness. |
| Michael Scott: | As I watched Pam's big strong hand coming toward my face I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. And guess what? I have four kids. And I have a hover car and a hover house. And my wife is a runner and it shows. And Pam and Jim are my best friends and our kids play together. And... I'm happy and I'm rich and I never die. That doesn't sound like much, but it's enough for me. |
| Ryan: | Hey, quick question. [closes the door] Are you scared? |
| Michael Scott: | Never. About what? A little. What are you talking about? |
| Ryan: | We heard about the punch. |
| Michael Scott: | What punch? |
| Kelly: | Pam. She's gonna punch the crap out of your face after work. |
| Michael Scott: | I'm pretty sure we said slap. |
| Kelly: | No. It's a punch. And Pam has that crazy pregnancy strength now. |
| Ryan: | I'm getting concerned that you don't seem to understand what's going to happen. Do you? |
| Michael Scott: | [pauses] I... umm... I'm good. |
| Ryan: | Alright. See you there. |