Secret Santa
Meme It!Michael:You know what, Christmas isn't about Santa, or Jesus. It's about the workplace. All of you feel like my family. Ryan, you are my son. And Pam, you're my wife. And Jim. And Angela and Phyllis, you are my Grandmas. And Stanley, you're our mailman. And I can't help but look at all your wonderful beautiful faces and think, 'How could they do this to us?'
Jim:What?
Pam:How could we do what? [general murmur]
Michael:It's not... Nevermind. Nothing. [arguing voices]
Stanley:We deserve to know.
Michael:I didn't say anything!
Angela:If you know something Michael...
Michael:We're going out of business!
Group:WHAT?
Jim:What?
Dwight:You are kidding me!
Jim:Wait wait wait, who said that?
Michael:David told me on the phone. David told me.
Dwight:When? When did he tell you? Today?
Michael:Earlier today.
Dwight:Awww!
Michael:He said, we have been sold. [upset murmurs]
Jim:What?
Dwight:Aaaarrhh! [kicks over Christmas tree]
Michael:Dwight! Jesus!
Angela:Come on!
Jim:Michael, wait. So they said we are sold?
Michael:David's gone. Alan's gone. We're all gone.
Jim:Okay. We haven't gone under. We've been sold and that can mean many different things.
Michael:It's hard for me to imagine a scenario, where Meredith Palmer keeps her job and David Wallace does not - no offense Meredith.
Meredith:No, I get it.
Michael:I'll call him. I'll call David.
Jim:No, you won't, because he's not picking up his phone.
Michael:Yes, I will. Because I always know how to get through to him.