Michael's Last Dundies
Deangelo:[laying down, Michael is sitting on DeAngelo's stomach bouncing up and down in Michael's office] Me mo. Me mo.
Michael:Good. Good. Good!
Deangelo:Meee Mo, Mee!
Michael:Now, tell me something terrible that happened in your childhood.
Deangelo:When I was very young, my mother divorced my father and I had to go to court and choose between them.
Michael:[getting off his stomach] Too personal. I don't wanna hear about it. [picking up a portable tape player] Let's try this. Put these on. [DeAngelo puts the headphones in] I am going to turn this on, and turn the volume all the way up. So you can't- [DeAngelo winces] That's right, you're not going to be able to hear yourself. Read this, [gives him a card] and make it sound perfect.
Deangelo:THE DUNDIES ARE-OW-ABOUT COMING TOGETHER! AND RECOGNIZING, THE ADOMINABILITY OF THE HUMAN SPIRIT! [Jim comes and closes the door]
Michael:Say it with an accent!
Deangelo:[bad Australian accent attempt] THE DUNDIES!
Michael:[also in a poor Australian accent] The Dundies!
Deangelo:THE DUNDIES!