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Writer: Mindy Kaling, Director: Mindy Kaling
Summary (NBC): Michael trains Deangelo (guest star Will Ferrell) to take over the job of hosting the Dundie Awards. Erin struggles with her dislike of her boyfriend, Gabe.
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In a poll conducted April 21-25, 2011, Tallyheads rated this episode: 8.56/10
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The Office Michael’s Last Dundies quotes
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Stanley: Have you lost your mind. Get off my property before I call the police!
Michael: Hey Toby, you suck!
Michael: I’ve never seen this place in the daylight.
Deangelo: This reminds me of Katrina.
Meredith: I’m so busted. Walk of Shame.
Meredith: I have Vienna sausages and I have napkins. Let me fix you breakfast.
Michael: You are getting so funny.
Michael: When Larry King died, they didn’t just cancel his show. They got Piers Morgan to come in and do his show. And that way, Larry lives on.
Michael: Anything can happen at the Dundies. They’re like the Golden Globes, but less mean.
Dwight: Remember, the Dundies is a black tie affair.
Dwight: Every day is black tie optional!
Michael: Tonight we will be hosting at Louie Volpe’s.
Pam: Their breadsticks are like crack.
Ryan: I love when people say “like crack” who have obviously never done crack.
Pam: Well the breadsticks are like what, then, Ryan? What can I use?
Ryan: I don’t know, something from your world. “The breadsticks are like scrapbooking.”
Pam: You’re right. No, I’m a middle class fraud.
Dwight: Always the Padawan, never the Jedi.
Kevin: I love banter. But I hate witty banter.
Michael: There needs to be, what you call, a rat-a-tat. And right now, it’s all rat and no tat.
Deangelo: Where were you on September 11th?
Michael: Jim, please, no loopholes.
Michael: If I want mind control over him, is that too much to ask?
Jim: I just don’t understand the desire to push sweet potato fries on me. I just want regular fries.
Jim: I’m sorry, that just wasn’t interesting to me.
Erin: I can’t just dump him, Pam. I’m not like you, I can’t be mean.
Dwight: Appalling. Eyesore. Surprisingly adequate.
Michael (as Phyllis): I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
Oscar: The analytical part of me wants to examine it. But I know it has no content.
Dwight: Deangelo Jeremetrius Vickers!
Michael: Ryan would never do it, it’s too on the radar.
Jim: I do not parent for the award, but I gotta tell you, it feels pretty good. Cece, if you’re watching this at home, it’s way past your bedtime, by the way, how did this get televised?
Jim: Maybe being a good dad is just following your own compass.
Pam: Didn’t think to mention me, huh?
Jim: Didn’t I?
Meredith: Tell you one thing, I’m not going to be a good mom tonight!
Michael: Hottest In The Office goes to Danny Cordray!
Michael: Did you know that Stanley Hudson is also the face of a debilitating disease known as diabetes?
Michael: Come on up here, you sick bastard.
Phyllis: I have diabetes, too. You don’t see me making a big deal about it.
Deangelo: They say he’s going to be my right hand man. Ad lib masturbation joke.
Dwight: This is for you, trash can!
Louie Volpe’s manager: This is a cloth tablecloth. You can’t color on it!
Michael: Pippi Longstocking. Ronald McDonald’s wife. Ron Howard. Ron Weasley. What do they all have in common? Redheads.
Erin: People are right about the Dundies. They are magical. But, I don’t feel it.
Erin: I’m not attracted to you. I cringe when you talk.
Gabe: Here comes that quarter-life crisis everyone’s talking about.
Darryl: Damn, that was cold.
Michael: My last Dundies ever. I was hoping it would be more like “Godfather III.”
Michael: We had a very truncated rehearsal time.
Michael: Maybe you should have won the “Kind Of A Bitch” Award.
Dwight: Why are you even wearing a seat belt? You’re sitting in the back seat, baby.
Dwight: Next time, why don’t you pick a co-host that doesn’t have microphone-aphobia?
Michael: Well this is going to hurt like a motherf*cker.
Deangelo: Toby Flenderson, please come up here and accept The Extreme Repulsiveness Award. Oh, that’s so mean.
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