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Dwight: Pam is constantly throwing up because of the pregnancy. If she eats something the fetus doesn't like, she's screwed. It's amazing. A three-ounce fetus is calling the shots. It's so badass.

Pam: I guess, it's just the end of courtesy in the workplace.

Pam: Okay. All of these things are important to remember, but the most important thing is no one say anything about my pregnancy at the wedding.

Jim: Absolutely. 'Cause not everyone knows and some people may be offended.

Angela: Decent people everywhere will get offended.

Pam: Well, we're thinking of my grandmother, who we haven't told and is very old fashioned.

Angela: Well, you're lucky you have a grandmother. Some us have to be our own grandmother.

Jim: That's nice.

Michael: I'll see you in Viagara Falls.
Pam: Hey, my aunt told me something neat.

Jim: Yeah?

Pam: She said everything with the wedding goes by so fast, we should try to take mental pictures of the high points.

Kevin: I'm not gay. I'm Kevin.

Stanley: Anybody got anything they wanna trade for a toaster?

Kevin: Does it have slots for hot dogs?

Stanley: No.

Kevin: Then, who'd want it?

Jim: I bought those tickets the day I saw that YouTube video. I knew we'd need a backup plan. The boat was actually Plan C, the church was Plan B, and Plan A was marrying her a long, long time ago. Pretty much the day I met her.
Kevin: What an awesome party. The best wedding I have ever been to. I got six numbers. One more would have been a complete telephone number. This was epic. *takes off toupee and sits in a chair* My Kleenex shoes were a huge conversation piece, but man, my dogs are barking. *takes Kleenex tissue boxes off feet and puts feet in the hotel's ice cooler* My feet were so sweaty, I can't even feel the cold. What a lovely hotel.
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