Tue
Apr
27
Jim: We just want to say we are very sorry.
Kelly: Screw you guys. You’re dead to me.
Dwight: If you say ‘screw you’ one more time I’m—
Kelly: Screw you, beet farmer! I didn’t forget your birthday! I would never do that!
Dwight: Hey! Hey! Hey!
Jim: Guys, guys, guys! We just want to make it up to you. What can we do?
Kelly: I guess my only wish would be that nothing so terrible would ever happen to anyone else ever again.
Dwight: Oh, God…
Jim: …Okay.
Kelly: In a way, it’s good that it happened to me because at least I can bear it, you know? I—
Dwight: What kind of cake do you want, imbecile?
Kelly: Ice cream.
