Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I am dressed according to the Schrute codes of mourning.
[Pants tearing] Meaning normal.
Growing up with Dwight and Mose was not easy.
- Oh, gosh. - Hey, moonface.
Do they even have a bakery anymore?
Wow! He is officially the worst human being.
Grab a teat with each hand. Sit down.
Yep. Acidic all right.
- [Crying] I miss her so much. - Okay.
Kevin, um, let's think of something to distract us.
- Dwight? - Dwight? Buddy?
- You have a brother? - Mm-hmm.
Hey!
and I am now in the business of...
why use two motions to slaughter those chickens?
Guys, I'm proud of us.
Hey...
he may throw the beaks of a crow... at her.
[Whispering] Oh, thank God.
James Bond would love this cupcake.
Todd, you're just saying insults
That's crazy. And I was recently published.
And then if she's interested in accepting the courtship,
I've only known Steve 20 years. 20 years. Time is a son of a bitch.
They're a descriptive people
It’s almost like there’s a, a willing ignorance..
That's a cow?
Come on.
Oh, somehow I think a couple of nights could hurt.