Writer: Justin Spitzer, Director: Julian Farino
Summary (NBC): Michael tries to hang on to his relaxed island vibe, but it becomes too much when an email containing a racy vacation photo is forwarded around the office. Jim and Karen argue.
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The Office Back From Vacation quotes
Jim: You’re not allowed to take off your pants in the middle of the office.
Jim: Dwight, you know what, just back up, okay, that’s making me uncomfortable. This is sexual harassment, by the way. Omigod! He’s got a knife!
Dwight: I do not have a knife!
Jim: No, let the record show that Dwight K. Schrute is now completely nude and is holding a plastic knife to Stanley’s neck?!
Dwight: Let the record show that Jim Halpert is a liar!
Jim: Dwight Schrute is now wearing a baby’s bonnet!
Karen: Dwight, what is that on your stomach? Is that a Muppet Babies tattoo?
Jim: Omigod, Karen, you’re right, that is Animal from the Muppet Babies.
Andy: I am now chopping off Phyllis’ head with a chainsaw!
Michael: Aren’t you going to ask me how Jamaica was? Say it. Ask me.
Michael: At Sandals, Jamaica, when somebody says ‘hey mon,’ everybody says ‘hey mon’ back.
Stanley: I am not doing a lick more work until I get my full bonus check.
Karen: He said it would be like we were living together. In different houses. Two blocks away.
Michael: Feelin’ hot, hot, hot!
Michael: I want us all to start having pina coladas every day at three.
Michael: I specifically went on vacation so I would miss it.
Michael: Inventory is boring.
Michael: Tonight, we are going to have an inventory luau.
Michael: The Jamaicans don’t have a word for ‘impossible.’
Michael: How hard is a luau. All you need are some grass skirts, pineapple, poi, tiki torches, suckling pig, some fire dancers, it’s all you need.
Pam: Omigod. Is that Jan?
Michael: That’s a German woman named Urkel Grue.
Michael: Officially, I did not see her. But I did see Jan there. In our room. At night. And in the morning. That’s all I’m going to say. Sex. We had sex. I had sex with her. I had sex with Jan.
Packer: You took the ice queen? I don’t buy it.
Packer: They wouldn’t give you a subscription to Maxim.
Michael: That was supposed to go to Packer, not “packaging.”
Andy: Call me if she rolls over.
Michael: The file name is “Jamaican Jan Sun Princess.”
Pam: Honestly, I think you should go easy on her.
Pam: That’s what friends do. I help Phyllis all the time. Just yesterday, I untangled a piece of tape from her hair.
Pam: It’s better than listening to Michael play a conch shell.
Jim: What happened there? Kidnapping?
Toby: Michael, nine different people emailed me that photo, including my ex-wife.
Michael: Skeevy little perv.
Michael: Got enough, weirdo?
Phyllis: I called every grocery store in Scranton, and no one sells whole pigs.
Angela: Did you try the petting zoo?
Michael: I hit a deer with my car. Tell her I hit a cat.
Roy: Mike, you are a rock star, man. You are the man!
Roy: That corporate booty, he likes to hit it!
Dwight: I have disconnected the office T1 line.
Karen: The Day’s Inn room 228 was starting to get really depressing.
Dwight: So you’re PMSing pretty bad, huh?
Jan: I was in Scottsdale visiting my sister.
Jan: My psychiatrist thinks that I have some self-destructive tendencies.
Jan: I think I owe it to myself to find some kind of happiness.
Jan: You’re wrong for me. In every way.
Michael: And I, to you, in addition, feel the same feelings that you are as well.
Jan: Wait 15 minutes, find an excuse, and meet me at your condo.
Michael: You complete me.
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