New Boss
Dwight:Oh, here's one: a string quartet, playing classy-cal music. [Jim grimaces]
Michael:[watches Jim grimace, copies him] You know, that's good but it's not classy. I-I need something classy like the opening of a car dealership.
Jim:That's it. Or Mr. Peanut.
Michael:Yes.
Dwight:Mr. Peanut is not classy.
Michael:He is.
Dwight:He is a regular peanut. He just happens to have a cane, a monocle and a top hat.
Michael:That's what makes him classy.
Dwight:Ok, how about this? An ice sculpture, shaped like you, covered in chocolate-covered strawberries.
Jim:Oh, Dwight, you're trying too hard, and that's just not classy. You see, the thing about classy is it's a state of mind.
Dwight:Well, I'm sorry, I just don't know what classy is then.
Jim:Ok, well let's just try this one on for size. And I apologize because it's right off the top of my head: an ice sculpture. Of you. Completely surrounded by a variety of chocolate-covered fruits.
Michael:Strawberries?
Jim:That's inspired.
Dwight:I said that! [storms out, slams door behind him]
Pam:Not classy.
Michael:Not classy at all.
Jim:De class.
Michael:French. Classy.