The Inner Circle


 * Andy: Oh, there's an inner circle. Oh yeah.
 * Jim: There is no inner circle. Deangelo just prefers to delegate a few things to a few guys.
 * Kevin: Jim only says that because he's in the inner circle. I also say that because I am also in the inner circle. Did you get that, Ma? Your boy, Kevin Malone, is IN the inner circle! Which doesn't exist.

(Deleted scene)


 * Deangelo: We're a team. I need team players and I'm not sure if you'll be on my team.
 * Jim: Team Dunder-Mifflin, here we go.
 * Deangelo: Team is called The Crazy Snakes. We're The Matadors. Or The Lancers.


 * Jim: So this is my life. Until I win the lottery. Or Pam finally writes that series of young adult books.
 * Pam: So one afternoon, while walking home from school, quirky 10th grader Becky Walters finds a wounded Pegasus in the woods. And she becomes...The Horse Flyer.


 * Deangelo: Let's go downstairs. Ok? Let's do it.
 * Dwight: Pass. If I wanted to see a pissing contest, I'd lock Mose in the chicken coop.
 * Deangelo: Damn it, Dwight! Enough! Get your ass downstairs or find a new place to sell paper!


 * Erin: Deangelo?
 * Deangelo: Tablab.
 * Jim: Oh my god, are you alright?
 * Meredith: My god.
 * Jim: Erin...
 * Ryan: Are you okay?
 * Jim: Will you call 911, please?
 * Erin: Who should I say is calling?
 * Jim: Erin.
 * Deangelo: Spera suri Ted walked to bar, Sergant Pounge elum. Pounge says to bartenner, "Pounge ger e tem?" Bart says "E forte pound. Eretime. Everyturner. Everybody Turner." Dra sweb.
 * Gabe: Yes.
 * Deangelo: Dra sweb.