Basketball
Michael:[hits Pam in the head with a piece of paper] Off the backboard!
Pam:Please don't throw garbage at me.
Michael:Oh, Pam with a zinger. Hey, Pam, how would you, like to be our cheerleader today? You know, some, ah, pigtails? A little, ah, halter top, you could tie that up. And you know, something a little, just, youthful, for a change. Just this once?
Pam:I don't think so Michael. Besides, I can't cheer against my fiance.
Jim:I'll do it. Wear a little flouncey skirt if you want, and...
Michael:Yeah, I bet you would. Just try not to be too gay on the court. And by gay I mean, um, you know, not in a homosexual way at all. I mean the uh, you know, like the bad-at-sports way. I think that goes without saying.
Pam:Maybe Angela would cheerlead.
Michael:Oh, yeah right.
Phyllis:I'll do it.
Michael:Oh, yuck, that's worse than you playing. ... 'Cause we need you as an alternate in case somebody gets hurt. That's where we need you. Blessed be those who sit and wait. You made it, suit up, you're on the team! All right, cool! Very good.