Nick: My name is Nick

Angela: Okay, well “Nick” we’re in a meeting.

Nick: Okay, look. I get it, people. I’m the lame IT guy, and everybody hates me.

Jim: Hey listen, man. You can’t take it personally.

Nick: Did you call me Man? I just said my name just now. Did you forget it already?

Jim: No…..Sport.

Nick: Ugh. You guys have fifteen parties a week you can’t learn my name?

Dwight: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, IT guy. Here’s the story, Champ. None of us have spent a lot of time getting to know you, okay. We liked the last guy, Sadic because he kept to himself, and we also thought he might have been a terrorist. You know what, I’m gonna leave you with one other thought.  Inner city kids use computers for two things: games and porn. So good luck wasting your life, Lurch.

Nick: Thank you so much for that. I saw all your hard drives and guess what? (To Ryan) You’re not a photographer. (To Kelly) And you definitely can’t fit into a size two. (To Darell) Darell, man. You’re on Facebook. Why have you been telling people you’re not on Facebook. People want to be your friend, man. Alright? (To Andy) And you. This guy, you’re the one who told the press. You wrote and e-mail to the editor I saw it and I also saw a Quicktime movie of your little printer, fire test on your hard drive. This guy’s the snitch. He’s the snitch. So that’s it. Check it out. (Lifts up middle finger)