Last year, Creed asked me how to set up a blog. Wanting to protect the world from being exposed to Creed's brain, I opened up a Word document on his computer and put an address at the top. I've read some of it. Even for the Internet, it's...pretty shocking.

If you bring your boss to class, it automatically bumps you up a full letter grade. So I'd be stupid not to do it...right?

Dwight will be missed. Not by me so much...but he will be missed.

I'm very flattered. I was his second choice, after "pass."

I miss the days when there was only one party I didn’t want to go to.

Stanley yelled at me today. That was one of the most frightening experiences of my life.

I ground up four extra-strength Aspirin and put them in Michael's pudding. I do the same with my dog to get him to take his heartworm medicine.

If I had to, I could clean out my desk in five seconds, and nobody would ever know that I'd ever been here. And I'd forget, too.

Dwight: Just think, that temp agency could have sent you anywhere!
Ryan: I think about that all the time.

Jim: Hey, Ryan. Do you want to pull a prank on Andy?
Ryan: Not right now. But ask me again ten years ago.
Jim: I liked you better as the temp.
Ryan: Me too.

Michael: I need my entourage. Jim, Dwight, Ryan, c'mon - we're going to Asian Hooters.
Ryan: I'm not feeling so well. I've got a ton of work to do here. MSG allergy, peanut allergy, I just ate there last night.
Michael: [feels Ryan's head] Alright, feel better.
Jim: Wow, thanks for taking all the excuses, dude.
Ryan: Doctor appointment, car trouble, plantar warts, granddad fought in World War II. Use your head, man. I keep mine in here [shows Blackberry]. Look alive, Halpert. Welcome back.

Ryan: A few years ago, my family was on a safari in Africa and my cousin, Mufasa, was...he was trampled to death by a pack of wildebeasts and we all took it really hard. All of us, kind of in the audience, of what happened.
Michael: Do you want to talk about it anymore?
Ryan: Oh, it would probably take me like an hour and a half to tell that whole story.

Ryan: Yeah, I'm not a temp anymore. I got Jim's old job. Which means at my ten year high school reunion, it will not say "Ryan Howard is a temp". It will say "Ryan Howard is a junior sales associate at a midrange paper supply firm". [pause] That'll show 'em.

Ryan: Hey, are you guys hiring?
Linda: You want to work at the urine analysis lab?
Ryan: [nervously] Yeah. Maybe.

Jim: What do you think of Kelly?
Ryan: I don't know. It depends if you like a little junk in the... [Sees camera] She's really cool.

Toby: [watches Ryan as he takes a big bite from his string cheese] Wow, you just dive right in.
Ryan: You know, around age 12, I just started going for it.

Michael: This next award goes to someone who really lights up the office, somebody who I think a lot of us cannot keep from checking out, 'The Hottest in the Office Award', goes to...Ryan the Temp! YEAH! Hey HO! You sexy thing! Sexy thing you! Whoo! [slaps Ryan's butt]
[Cut to Ryan]
Ryan: What am I going to do with the award? Nothing. I don't know what I'm going to do. That's the least of my concerns right now.