You want a birthday pie?
Creed: I hate Devil's Food
Jim Halpert: Well I think Meredith—
Creed: Screw Meredith! I don't think it's fair to let someone else pick the cake on my birthday.
Jim Halpert: Everybody's birthday.
Creed: Today is actually my birthday and I wanna pick the cake.
Jim Halpert: What do you want?
Creed: Pie. Peach pie.
Jim Halpert: You want a birthday pie?
Creed: I want a nice cobbler.
Jim Halpert: Well I'll talk to Angela and we're gonna see what we can do about a pie.
Creed: I don't care who you talk to just make it happen.
Jim Halpert: It'll be Angela.
Creed: Tell her it's for Creed. She'll know what that means.
