Women's Appreciation
Meme It!Phyllis:I didn't really get a good look.
Pam:That's OK. I don't feel like answering phones.
Karen:Hey, did you guys see this memo that Dwight sent out? [reads memo] 'Women will be sent home if they wear makeup or heels exceeding 1/4 inch. Females are not allowed to speak to strangers unless given written authorization by Dwight Schrute.' This is ridiculous.
Dwight:Attention. I am removing all bananas from the kitchen.
Karen:Dwight, this memo that you distributed is insulting.
Dwight:Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Pam:[reads memo] 'Sleeves down to the wrists, buttoned-up collars, and muted colors.' Nobody dress like that. [camera pans over to Angela]
Michael:OK, you know something, Dwight? We are not the terrorists. Why don't you just take these women, put 'em in a burlap sack, and hit 'em with a stick? Because that's what you're doing. I celebrate these women. They deserve the right to dress as they please. If Pam wants to show more cleavage, she should be able to. I encourage that.
Karen:Look, it's really simple. We just want you guys to treat us with respect.
Michael:See? That's what we're talking about. Did you hear that, Dwight?
Dwight:Yes. Did you hear that, Michael?
Michael:No, Dwight. Respect. R-E-S-P-svee-T. Find out what it means to me. All right, you know what? That's it. Conference room, five minutes. Women's appreciation.
Jim:Wait a second, how are you qualified for that?
Michael:Oh, I don't know, James. Did I come from a woman? Have I slept with a woman? More than one?
Dwight:[eating banana] Mm, less than three.
Michael:That is not current.
Dwight:You know what? Why doesn't Oscar run the meeting? He's a homosexual.
Jim:Why don't you run the meeting? You play with dolls.
Dwight:Those are collectible action figures and they're worth more than your car.
Michael:You know what? I am the expert. I will conduct it. I know the crap out of women.