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"Look at them smiling. They've reached their comfort zone."

'If his old company was so great, why didn't he just stay there?'

'Thank God it's Friday', thought the watercooler.

'Senior management wanted me to raise morale so I made Lionel from accounts 'office jester'!'

'You'll enjoy our staff meetings. We always begin and end with the product.'

Remember my mum? I took that photo a week before she died. There's one of me...that was a good haircut.

"Have I complimented you on marketing's renewed team spirit?"

'Ms. Hatton, take a letter, a number and a hike...'

Bureau of the Damned

'Wow, I sure got a lot of mail today!'

"I think I see a miscreant in the carpark. There's no time to call the police I must deal with it myself."

Melvin likes to indulge his inner child.

'It's from my staff...make sure it's not carnivorous.'

"Pardon us, Harrison, if the board fails to share your enthusiasm for the foliage up in Darien,"

"I'd appreciate a little more reacting to my ranting."

"Thanks for your offer, but in our company we still have a perfect information and communication system. It's called water cooler talk."

'It's a text from Mike - Sorry I'm L8 B THR in a crrrrassssssh!!! ARRRRGGGHHH....;p'

'Thanks for making it guys. Come on in and pull up a chair.' A square hole in an office floor where chairs can be pulled up from

'Where's your costume and team spirit? You're not paid to enjoy yourself - you should enjoy your work!'

'You don't mind distractions as much as me, so I didn't think you'd mind if my kids played in your office today.'

"I hope your day is going bad."

"Haaaaah. . . . Back to the office. Better put on my happy face. . ."

"Oh, she just wants attention or needs help."

"You just carpe, carpe, carpe."

"Every time he elbow bumps me, he hits my funny bone on purpose."

'I didn't spend $49.95 on this answering machine to have you just hang up so leave a message!'

"This one is less distracting."

"Wider."

'I play well with others.'

Jay Walking

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'Believe me, McFarland, I can appreciate a man who marches to the beat of a different Drum, but you don't march, you boogie!'

"Do you play?"

'Don't mention the piece of onion on his chin, or the custard on his tie.'

"That's Zwergman...I knew there was a sleeper cell lurking somewhere in the company!"