Michael's Birthday
Dwight:Uh, that's a list price of four dollars and fifty cents. Unfortunately, this item is on [watch beeps] back... order... [hangs up] Michael! Michael! Michael Michael Michael! Come here, come here, come here! Come here!
Michael:What?
Dwight:Listen up everyone! It is 11:23 exactly, the exact moment when you emerged from your mother's vaginal canal, so... huh?! Right, have a seat. Please.
Michael:[grinning] Ohhh, God.
Dwight:There is a tradition that the Hebrews have of hoisting the birthday boy up on a chair.
Michael:Ohhh, no.
Dwight:So come help me celebrate Michael's birth moment. Kevin!
Oscar:...I'll do it.
Michael:Ohh, no, no, no! I can't... Ryan, come on. Let's do this.
Dwight:Creed! Come on. Stanley!
Pam:...I feel like we should go get Kevin something. Do you think we can sneak out of here?
Jim:Maybe, but... we're gonna need somebody to create a diversion, and...
Dwight:On three, we're going to hoist away! Ready?
Michael:Okay.
Dwight:Happy birth moment, Michael.
Michael:Thank you.
Dwight:One. Two. Three! [Michael is raised until his head hits the ceiling]
Michael:Whoa whoa! Alright. Alright. Watch it... please.
Dwight:Oscar...
Oscar:It wasn't me.