The Office: The Lover, 6.07

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The Office: The Lover

Writers: Lee Eisenberg and Gene Stupnitsky
Director: Lee Eisenberg

Summary (NBC): Michael shocks Jim and Pam when he reveals the identity of the new woman he has been dating. Dwight apologizes to Jim for years of torment with a strange peace offering.

The Office The Lover extras

Dwight picked the wrong day to put a wooden mallard in my office
Dwight picked the wrong day to put a wooden mallard in my office.

  • In the scene where Creed cries while listening to an aria playing in Jim’s office, the piece is called M’appari, written by Friedrich von Flotow from his opera ‘Martha.’ Source: The Office music staff

The Office The Lover rating

In a poll conducted October 22-26, Tallyheads rated this episode: 8.569/10

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The Office The Lover quotes

Jim: Frank and Beans!

Michael: Blind Guy McSqueezy. The women in my improv class absolutely hate him.

Pam: It’s good to be home.

Jim: Do we have a conversation scheduled?

Dwight: I’d just like to say, “Con-quack-ulations.”

Dwight: Now I can observe Jim, track Jim, and destroy Jim.

Dwight: And of course in this version, you lose the whole veiled critique of the Kaiser thing.

Erin: Coco leche. That’s my favorite!

Michael: I have recently taken a lover.

Michael: She drives a green Camry …
Jim: [bleep]
Michael: … and the seats go all the way down. All the way down.

Michael: Get the hell out of here, idiot!
Toby: What did I do?

Michael: I think you’re underestimating Pam. I think, more than anything, she wants me to be happy.
Jim: No. Not more than anything.

Jim: Then take a different way home, man!

Michael: That is amazing. I feel like a real Puerto Rican.

Jim: Just take the parrot.

Pam: No no no no no. No. Omigod! OMIGOD! NOOOOOOO!

Michael: That could have gone one of two ways. But I never expected her to get upset.

Dwight: Hey you want me to give you the chills?

Dwight: There’s an egg on your head and the yolk is running down … there’s a knife in your back and the blood is gushing down …

Pam: No, I am not being dramatic, you are being crazy!

Jim: I think if I play it out just right, I can get Dwight to live out the plot of National Treasure.

Pam: Your mother is sleeping with Michael Scott.

[Jim’s sign]: Dwight picked the wrong day to put a wooden mallard in my office.

Dwight: Last Sunday, I had to put down over 150 pets all by myself.

Pam: I have a way to make Scranton a better place. You could leave it.

Michael: Nobody talks to my baby that way. All right. Bye Pickle.

Michael: Pamela Morgan Beesly, you need to apologize to your mother right now.

Pam: Don’t call my mother your lover.

Pam: Yes, thank you. Welcome to my personal hell!

Michael: What is so wrong about me? I’m caring. I’m generous. I’m sensual.

Michael: Is it really so horrible that I could possibly go out and find happiness?

Phyllis: Good luck, Michael. I hope you find what you’re looking for.

Pam: What is wrong with all of you? He is sleeping with my mother!
Dwight: I don’t think there’s a whole lot of sleeping going on.

Michael: Do not talk to me that way! I am your boss, and I may some day be your father. So get out.

Michael: I hope that you are willing to die in this office. Because I am.
Pam: Me too.

Angela: Pam? How’s your day going?

Kelly: Ryan, I have to ask you a personal question. Do you think I should get a fedora?

Kelly: What the hell is a mallard?

Ryan: This reminds me, you owe me three bucks for gas.

Toby: Pull up a chair … or sit on the shredder.

Michael: I think I may be the victim of a hostile work environment, with this whole Pam situation.

Toby: I always knew if Michael just took the time to get to know me, we’d become friends.

Pam: Michael, let me make this very easy for you. I could give a [bleep] about your happiness. Stop dating my mother!
Michael: You know what, I’m going to start dating her even harder.

Jim: Hey.
Pam: Shove it.
Jim: Yup.

Dwight: Punishment fits the crime. I accept.

Pam: Maybe I’m overreacting.
Jim: Yeah. Maybe.
Pam: But I don’t think I am.
Jim: You’re not. Nope. Nope.

Dwight: Did you really think I would put my primary listening device in a wooden mallard? I’m not insane.

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