Dwight Christmas
Phyllis:I knew the party was today, but nobody asked me to plan it, so I didn't. Hmm, funny how that works.
Meredith:[Scoffs] We're out there sweating our balls off every day, bustin' our balls. We deserve a Christmas party!
Nellie Bertram:Well, then, why don't we just get some liquor and those mini-Cupcakes?
Kevin:Mini-Cupcakes? As in the mini version of regular cupcakes, which is already a mini version of cake? Honestly, where does it end with you people?
Dwight:What about an authentic Pennsylvania Dutch Christmas? Drink some gluhwein, enjoy some hasenpfeffer. Enjoy Christmas with saint Nicolas' rural German companion, Belsnickel.
Jim:Yes! That, that, that! We're definitely doing that. Are we all in agreement?
Kevin:No.
Angela:No!
Jim:Done, right?
Angela:No.
Stanley:No. I want Tropical Christmas.
Meredith:Topless Christmas.
Creed:Tapas swiss miss.