Classy Christmas, Pt. 1
Jim:Hey, it's snowing.
Dwight:[mocking] Oh, my God! It's the first snowfall of Christmas. Is that just so magical for you, little girl? Can you not wait to have a hot chocolate, and cuddle up with Papa and tell him about all your Christmas dreams, hmm? It's not even a real snow. Look, it's a dusting. Pitiful.
Jim:[Jim goes outside, makes a snowball, and brings it back inside] Hey, Dwight. [Jim throws the snowball at Dwight and everyone laughs]
Dwight:Damn it, Jim, you cannot throw snowballs in here!
Jim:Well, it's not a snowball, 'cause it's only a dusting. Right?
Dwight:Look at that. There's a pebble in there. You coulda killed me.
Phyllis:Oh, don't be such a baby.
Stanley:Yeah, who's a little girl now? [everyone laughs]
Dwight:You apologize to me right now.
Jim:You've got something on your nose.
Dwight:You apologize right now.
Jim:No.
Dwight:Very well, then I challenge you to a snowball fight on the first real snow of winter.
Jim:You got it.
Andy:That sounds awesome. Can we all do it?
Dwight:No, Andy, it's a snowball fight. It's not fun. Go get your own thing. Beat it. [Jim continues to shake Dwight's hand] Jim, let go. Let go.