Viewing Party





Dwight:[referring to the pizza Jim is offering him] Insert it in my mouth.
Jim:That's not gonna make your pizza eating experience any better. Trust me.
Dwight:No, try me.
Pam:Jim, just don't think of it as degrading. Think of it as, you happen to be moving the six inches his way and he happens to be biting it.
Dwight:I'd prefer for him to think of it as degrading.
Jim:Okay... [puts pizza into Dwight's mouth]
Dwight:No. Crust first. [Jim turns the pizza around] Okay, now the beer. [Jim shakes his head no] Beer me Jim. [Jim quickly puts the beer into his face] Ssss. Gentle. [drinks the beer] Now I've gotta go meet Angela.
Pam:What no, wait! You said you were gonna help us!
Dwight:I have a legal obligation to Angela. Okay, she needs to be serviced.
Jim:You need to stop talking.
Dwight:Oh come on, stop the fake prissy act. We're in the real world. Sex contracts exist!
Pam:Okay fine! There must be some way to get out of it. Even just for tonight!
Dwight:Yeah sure, Jim could go see her.
Jim:[unbelievingly] Okay...
Dwight:You ever been with the blondes before? It's the big leagues.
Jim:I'm going home, and I'm taking my baby with me.
Pam:No no no, don't. I will go talk to Angela.
Dwight:She's in heat. She will eat your face off!
Pam:The reverse cycling ends tonight! [Pam leaves]
Dwight:[to Jim] A single piece of pepperoni please.
Jim:I'm not gonna- [cuts himself off, Kevin walks in]
Dwight:What are you doing?
Kevin:[getting under the bed covers] I wanted to eat a pig in a blanket, in a blanket!