"Oh, hey, Jan," he says. "I thought I smelled desperation and silicone."

The doorway they're crouched in is to a Borders, and even though the door's been broken into, weirdly, the merchandise looks largely intact.

...and at one point, he has to put his hand over Michael's mouth. But it's worth it, to do for Pam. Or he thinks so until Michael starts licking his palm.

Sometimes she'd draw me little funny pictures and leave them around the apartment. Like of cartoon frogs, or weird distortions of the Dunder Mifflin logo. One time she drew me riding a unicorn.

There were, like, articles in TV Guide about how Ryan was the devil, stealing Pam away like that.

He's talking to Marshall over in legal about it, and Marshall says, "Dude, it sounds like you want to marry her, is what it sounds like."

Michael's Taste Our Multicultural Friends Party is turning out less successfully than he probably hoped.