Scott: Good morning, sleepyhead! You slept through the whole operation.
Jean: *yawn* So my breast reduction was successful?
Scott: ...reduction?
Jim: Michael, I have a confession to make.
Michael: Yes, Jim?
Jim: Nobody broke into the office to put your stapler in Jell-O last night. It was me.
Michael: Ok, well, Jim, I apreciate your honesty BUT...I really wish you would have told me that before I sPent 40 billion dollars of Dunder Mifflin's money on our new security system.
Jim: Yeah. And I'm real sorry. But do you think we could get rid of it now?
Michael: I don't think we should.
Jim: Michael, please. It disturbs the hell out of everyone except for Dwight, who now thinks it's God. It accidentally stepped on Toby last week--
Michael: "Accidentally." *laughs*
Jim: And it's always--
Sentinel: HALT, MUTANT!!!
Jim: --doing that.
Dwight: The God Demands Sacrifice!
Jim: No, it doesn't Dwight! So, c'mon, Michael. Whaddya say?
Michael: Hmm. You're right, Jim. It is pretty over the top for a security system we don't really need.
Jim: Thank you, Michael.
Michael: But what we DO need...is someone in charge of Human Resources, now that Toby's gone. And, after looking over the giant, killer robot's resume all morning and I hired him for that.
Sentinel: ANGELA!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING THIS SATURDAY!?!
Old Gregg: I'm Old Gregg! I got a mangina! Hey Scott.
Scott: Oh, s**t. Hello, Gregg. How did you find me?
Old Gregg: I'm drunk on Baileys. I had a shoe full of Baileys and now I'm drunk as a b***h. I'm Old Gregg!
Scott: Yes, I know. You've told me your name about 18,000--
Old Gregg: Do ya love me?
Scott: No, Gregg, we had a fling--well, it was more of a rape, really--but the point is you've gone you're way and I've gone my way and that's the way it's gonna be.
Old Gregg: But you must love Old Gregg or else I'm gonna scoop out your eyeball and chuck it up my downstairs mix-up.
Scott: ...Maybe, I was being a bit hasty there, Gregg. You know how when you love somebody but you don't wanna seem too eager so you play a love game?
Old Gregg: Love game?
Scott: Yes, I was playing a game with you.
Old Gregg: You playing love games with Old Gregg?