Secret Santa
Michael:Ryan come here!
Ryan:Whoa, whoa.
Michael:Come on, come on.
Ryan:I'm doing something over here.
Michael:Ahhh... Ho ho ho! [struggles to pull Ryan towards him] Come on I need this. Come over here!
Ryan:What are you talking about?
Michael:Just sit down!
Ryan:No no no.
Jim:Hey hey hey. Everything okay?
Michael:Yup. Ryan and I are just having some fun!
Jim:Can I just talk to you for a second?
Michael:Whoop! Okay, what?
Jim:You can't yell out 'I need this, I need this' as you pin down an employee on your lap!
Michael:Okay. You know what Jim, there are two Santas in the room. Things get ruthless!
Jim:Yup.
Michael:Do you understand, you forced my hand?
Jim:Michael, it's Phyllis. We want Phyllis as Santa.
Michael:Oh, do we? Do 'We?' Is that what 'we' want? Why don't 'we' take a vote on it?
Jim:Great!
Michael:Hey! Okay! Everybody! The office is being pulled apart! I realize that. There are traditions at stake. And there are--
Jim:Who wants Phyllis as Santa? [most everyone raises their hand]
Michael:No no no wait! No! There are other choices, there is information that we --[Dwight counts the raised hands] Are you kidding me? Kevin? After you almost killed me?
Kevin:Michael I had you. I just want to try Phyllis.
Jim:And if you want Michael as Santa, raise your hand. [Michael, then Dwight raises hand] Can I get you some punch?
Michael:I'll get some punch. That looks delicious. [shoves Santa hat into punch]
Office:Aw, Michael!