The Delivery, Pt. 1
Meme It!Michael:The purpose for this meeting is to take Pam's mind off of what's going on inside of her body.
Andy:Can we do sleight of hand tricks?
Michael:I will allow that.
Andy:Yes! Can anyone do those?
Stanley:I'm going to go look at the Internet.
Jim:[as Pam has another contraction] Oh! Oh, alright. That's a good one.
Pam:Oh, okay, uh, sorry, guys. Just, um, keep talking.
Michael:Okay.
Kelly:Oh my God, Pam, you are a woman warrior.
Pam:Oh, thanks, Kelly.
Michael:Does anybody have anything? Anything interesting, any hobbies, uh, special skills?
Pam:Yes, this is the only time I'm ever going to make this request.
Michael:Yes, Phyl?
Phyllis:I can put on lipstick the way Molly Ringwald does in The Breakfast Club.
Michael:[ as Pam shakes her head] Nope, nope, I don't think anybody wants to see that.
Andy:I can do the evolution of dance-dance.
Michael:[as Pam gives the thumbs up] That sounds good! Do you need some music, or...? Okay.
Andy:Nope, actually music would just throw me off. I need complete silence. Okay... [Pam begins to clap as Andy dances] You're clapping. I need complete silence. Totally threw me off, so I'm going to have to start over. Evolution of dance-dance.
Ryan:[reading from a book as Kelly admires] 'You let me in your bed. But now, I sleep alone. Trapped with the forgotten in my detritus home.'
Erin:[naming race horses] Affirmed. Seattle Slew. Secretariat. Citation. Assault. Count Fleet. Rollaway. War Admiral. Omaha. Gallant Fox... And... I know this. Uh... The jockey was Johnny Loftus. Sired by Star Shoot.