Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and if at the end

I got one queen-sized bed.

Yes, I said that yesterday.

A noogie. Although, you know what?

I want to go to bed, but I can't.

No one from the office has been to a real Bernard throw-down.

"I Tore My Scrotum. I Need You To Take Me To The Hospital."

What's obvious? Why can't Pam drink?

Jerk. It worked.

about my pregnancy at the wedding.

And, frankly, so does talking about it. So, wow.

Okay, okay! I'm going.

I just wanted to get out of my room for a little while.

Good, it's good. No, it's not a good idea.

RECEPTIONIST: Halpert. Halpert.

Mr. And Mrs. Stanley Hudson.

Are you serious?

It's not necessarily different for the woman.

Didn't need your help that many times.

How did Meredith get put at the young people's table?

Michael, I thought we discussed

(MICHAEL CLEARING THROAT)

Ooh you must pass the dungeon wisdom test

Well, I wouldn't care to live if I thought that.

More recently, he worked in a bowling alley.

There's no such thing as a good hairpiece.

George Foreman is still considering it.

All right. Jim.

Dad, remember, no mention of the baby, right?

I don't have a reservation,

All morning I look forward to my afternoon cigars.

So, if you wouldn't mind wearing a little less perfume.

I'm not a physics major, Stanley. I'm just saying, be careful.

Is there another wedding at the hotel this weekend?