TheOfficeisms for episode Basketball:The office staff play a basketball game against the warehouse workers in which Jim shows off to impress Pam and upstage her fiancé who is on the opposing team.Michael: Pam, Pam, thank you m'am! Messages please! Thank you. Pam: New pants? Michael: Uh, yes thank you for noticing! Pam: Abercrombie & Fitch? Michael: Uh, they look that good? Wow, oh Pam (In Austin Powers voice) please behave! Mike Myers- genius! Um no, actually I got them at a fancier place...Target. Michael: Do I have a nickname on the court? Um, well The Answer would be nice, but it's taken so..uhhhh probably The Question. The Answer dishes to The Question. The Question back to The Answer. Answer over to The Question. The Answer-swish, 3 points! The Question- swish swish, 6 points! Nothing but net! Question, who's the best player in the league? Answer, The Question! Or the dunk-mister. Michael: When I am playing Hoops... all of the stress and responsibility of my job here just melts away. It's gone; I'm in the zone. Who am I? Am I Michael Scott? I don't know. I might just be a basketball machine. What's Dunder Mifflin? I've never heard of it. Filing? Paperwork? Who cares. Possible downsizing?... Umm.. well, that's... that's probably gonna happen, actually. Oscar: I can help out if you need me. Michael: I will use your talents come baseball season, my friend. Or if we box. Jim: Pam gets a little down. Her toaster oven broke, which she got at her engagement shower, um for a wedding that still has yet to be set. That was three years ago. Michael: (giving Ryan a tour of the warehouse) And here we have Mitta Rogers' Neighborhood! Come on over here. Hey, this is Ryan, he's temping upstairs and this is the foreman, "Mitta Rogers." Darryl: That's not my real name. Michael: No, it's Darryl. Darryl is "Mitta Rogers." Ryan: Darryl Rogers? Darryl: No, Philbin, then Regis, then Reege, then Roger, then "Mitta Rogers." Michael: And I play basketball every weekend, so I thought, 'this might be kinda fun.' And so I start messing around and I'm sinking a few, you know; swish, swish, swish, nothing but net. And their jaws just dropped to the floor. African Americans! You know, it's really just a good friendly game, a reason for everybody to get together. Michael: Okay, so let's put together a starting lineup, shall we? Stanley, of course. Stanley: I'm sorry? Michael: What do you play? Center? Stanley: Why 'of course'? What's that supposed to mean? Michael: I don't know... I don't remember saying that. Pam: Maybe Angela would cheerlead. Michael: Oh, yeah right. Phyllis: I’ll do it. Michael: Oh, yuck, that's worse than you playing. Michael: (to Ryan) This is our warehouse, or as I like to call it, the whorehouse. But don't you call it that. I’ve earned the right. Dwight: So, we need someone to work this Saturday and I think that that should be... Jim. Jim: God, this is so sad. This is the smallest amount of power I’ve ever seen go to someone’s head. Pam: My fiancé has plans for us this Saturday, so I really hope Dwight doesn’t make me work. Maybe I should sleep with him. (Pauses) I'm kidding. Kidding. Totally kidding. (trying to motivate the employees for the basketball game) Michael: I know, grumble, grumble. But you would follow me to the ends of the earth, grumbling all the way. Like that dwarf from Lord of the Rings. Dwight: Gimli. Michael: Nerd. That is why you're not on the team. Notice something that's missing from this episode? Add It Is there an error that we overlooked? Suggest a Correction |
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