Office Space is a movie all working folk can relate too. We’ve all worked with a boss like Lumbergh, a secretary like Nina and consultants like the “Bobs”….and it sucks, doesn’t it?
- Why should I change my name? He’s the one who sucks
- Excuse me, I believe you have my stapler…
- If things go well I might be showing her my O-face. “Oh… Oh… Oh!” You know what I’m talkin’ about. “Oh!”
- It was a “Jump to Conclusions” mat. You see, it would be this mat that you would put on the floor, and it would have different conclusions written on it that you could jump to
- We get caught laundering money, we’re not going to white-collar resort prison. No, no, no. We’re going to federal POUND ME IN THE ASS prison
- No, not again. I… why does it say paper jam when there is no paper jam? I swear to God, one of these days, I just kick this piece of shit out the window
- I do want to express myself, okay. And I don’t need 37 pieces of flair to do it
- Hi, Peter. What’s happening? We need to talk about your TPS reports
- I told those fudgepackers that I liked Michael Bolton
- Mother Shitter, Son of an Ass!!!
- Yeah, I just stare at my desk; but it looks like I’m working. I do that for probably another hour after lunch, too. I’d say in a given week I probably only do about fifteen minutes of real, actual, work
- I’ll tell you what I’d do, man: two chicks at the same time, man
- What am I going to do with 40 subscriptions to Vibe?
- I’ll be honest with you, I love his music. I do. I’m a Michael Bolton fan. For my money, I don’t know if it gets any better than when he sings “When a Man Loves a Woman”
- “PC Load Letter”? What the fuck does that mean?
