Michael Scott: Jim, you’re six eleven and you weigh ninety pounds, Gumby has a better body than you. Boom roasted. Dwight, you’re a kiss-ass. Boom roasted. Pam, you failed art school, boom roasted. Meredith, you’ve slept with so many guys you’re starting to look like one. Boom roasted. Kevin, I can’t decide between a fat joke or a dumb joke boom roasted. Creed your teeth called your breath stinks. Boom roasted. Angela, where’s Angela. Whoa there you are I didn’t see you behind that grain of rice! Boom. Roasted! Stanley! You crush your wife during sex and your heart sucks. Boom roasted. [Stanley starts laughing] Oscar you are [distracted by Stanley] Oscar, you’re gay! Andy, Cornell called, they think you suck! And you’re gayer than Oscar. Boom roasted! [Stanley laughs hysterically]

Michael Scott: Alright. Alright everybody. You know I kid. You know I kid. You guys are the reason that I went into the paper business. So, uh, good-night, God bless, God bless America, and get home safe.