David Brent: Well, it depends what you mean by 'ultimate fantasy' because time travel's actually impossible...
Michael: We are going to choose team names, Dwight.
Dwight: We will be called Gryffindor.
Jim: Really? Not Slytherin?
Dwight: Slytherin are the bad guys Jim.
Jim: I know. Ok we will be Voldemort.
Dwight: He who must not be named? I wouldn't do that.
Jim: [chants with his team] Vold-e-mort. Vold-e-mort. Vold-e-mort.
Dwight: Ok seriously, you really shouldn't be saying that.
Michael: Ok, ok, Stanley your team name.
Stanley: I don't care what you call my team.
Michael: Ok, I will name your team the red team.
Stanley: No; the blue team.
Andy: We will be Team USA.
Michael: Very good, Pam please take note that Andy is patriotic.
Friedrich Nietzsche; On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense: In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable solar systems, there once was a star on which clever animals invented knowledge. That was the highest and most mendacious minute of "world history"--yet only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths the star grew cold, and the clever animals had to die.