The Office: The Sting, 7.05

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The Office The Sting Danny Cordray

Writer: Mindy Kaling, Director: Randall Einhorn

Summary (NBC): When a competing sales associate steals a Dunder Mifflin client, Michael, Jim, and Dwight decide to set up a sting to find out his sales secrets. Andy decides to start a band after finding out a friend from college has a successful music career. Guest star: Timothy Olyphant.

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The Office The Sting rating

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The Office The Sting quotes

Dwight: Can’t beat a horse. A horse is a bike that pedals itself.

Meredith: Lance’s ass was on that seat? All right!

Kelly: I’m on Sheryl Crow’s side on that whole thing, so I feel really weird right now.

Michael: I take spinning classes three times a month, I think I know how to ride a bike.

Dwight: Wait for me, it’s weird if I come in slightly after.

Dwight: Will you stop trying to put it in terms you think they’ll understand? It’s condescending.

Dwight: No, Mr. Jock Hipster.

Dwight: Go tell her we’re here. You’re good with receptionists.

Pam: That’s fizzling. I mean, someone has to start the fizzle.

Pam: You know I have a kid with you, right?

Dwight: That’s why I brought you to the Penis Museum, where tickets are a thousand dollars!

Andy: I can tell by the reflection in your glasses that you’re entering points into

Michael: I could swear that guy was a male model.

Dwight: I’ve been in showtime mode since breakfast.

Michael: It’s like if Michael Phelps came out of retirement, jumped in the pool, belly flopped, and drowned.

Stanley: Why do you always assume I have diabetes?

Phyllis: I could try to seduce him.

Dwight: What I’m about to show you is of the utmost secrecy.

Michael: Do you know what this is? This is a stinger.
Jim: The what?

Jim: Meredith Van Helsing?
Dwight: Van Helsing was a respected professor before he was a vampire killer.
Jim: Okay, but what is he more famous for?

Jim: You know this isn’t real TV, right?

Kevin: My voice is unique. Like Bob Dylan.

Dwight: People can’t keep their true natures hidden for long, and this guy is smoldering like a tire fire.

Meredith: What is that? Genetics? Creatine?

Michael: Pull it together, all right? Stop looking at him.

Ryan: I don’t think they usually skate to such bad songs.
Andy: Rude. And not helpful.
Creed: Well I really, really, really liked it.
Andy: Well that really bums me out.

Meredith: Feels more like a third date to me.

Meredith: What is with this desk keeping us so far apart?

Dwight: You’re an exec at Stark Industries, a corporation you inherited from your father.

Dwight: And remember, you’re not gay.

Meredith: Manuel, cleano el window.

Ryan: I run Google. Larry and Sergey brought me in.

Ryan: Will do. Won’t do.

Danny: Michael Scott!
Michael: I said stop.

Danny: You hired this homeless woman to impersonate an executive to spy on me.

Danny: Sure, you seem like a fun, professional guy.

Michael: Do you want your life to be better, or to be worse, or to stay the same?

Danny: I swear to God, I’m going to hit you. I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.

Kelly: F*ck me.

Michael: This is not some sort of construction site, or all of Italy, where you can just go around treating people like meat.

Kelly: Josh Duhamel.
Angela: Yeah, I can see that!

Oscar: It’s hard to judge ourselves accurately, isn’t it?

Dwight: Where’s he going to park? There’s no more reserved parking spots.

Andy: Which me am I going to be today?

Andy: So we’re just like jamming as friends?

Dwight: She is one of the plain, hearty women of Scranton that make this city great. And so what if she doesn’t wear makeup.

Dwight: It’s after five, Jim. I’m not going to take this home.

Michael: The sale that mattered, I made. Boom.

Michael: Crap. I forgot about Packer.

Bullfrog in Love

Sun’s in her eyes, tongue full of flies,
Would you like to share my pad
Croak, croak, croak
Bullfrog in love

Croak, croak, croak
Bullfrog in love
And I gave her the croak
That meant I love you

I’ll be your croak monsieur
I’ll be your croak madame

Your mama mighta said that bullfrogs are dogs
But I’m here to tell you that I am a frog
Come and sit on my log, you little pollywog
I find you absolutely ribbiting!

Croak, croak, croak
Bullfrog in love
Croak, croak, croak
Bullfrog in love!

Croak, ribbit, scoopty splash!

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