Michael: Sprinkles? I'm sorry, Angela. Man, what a day, huh? How could it get any worse? First, her computer crashes with the porn, and then Meredith with the accident, and then Sprinkles! God, that's three things. I'll tell you what's going on. This office is cursed, and we need to do something about it.
Michael: Well, I am taking responsibility. It is up to me to get rid of the curse that hit Meredith with my car. I'm not superstitious, but I am a little-stitious.
ScenesFromTheOffice on October 11st, 2018 at 02:05 UTC »
Pam: Michael, Angela's cat died.
Michael: Sprinkles? I'm sorry, Angela. Man, what a day, huh? How could it get any worse? First, her computer crashes with the porn, and then Meredith with the accident, and then Sprinkles! God, that's three things. I'll tell you what's going on. This office is cursed, and we need to do something about it.
Michael: Well, I am taking responsibility. It is up to me to get rid of the curse that hit Meredith with my car. I'm not superstitious, but I am a little-stitious.
Beastmode3625 on October 11st, 2018 at 03:58 UTC »
I was in the car when it happened. Jim-"Who was driving the car Michael?"
heythisis-myusername on October 11st, 2018 at 04:14 UTC »
David Wallace: "What is this about dismissing the ad people?"
Michael: "Yeah, David, I'm glad you called. Ryan is being a little bitch again"
Ryan: "I'm on, Michael!"
Michael: "What's up my brotha!"