Deangelo: You know, it's funny, I tried to get an animal Olympics going.
Michael Scott: Really? What happened?
Deangelo: You know, life happened. What are you gonna miss most about Scranton?
Michael Scott: Oh... Wow. The mountains. Where things are.
Deangelo: Uh-huh. Uh-huh. That's the way it goes.
Michael Scott: Man, he is late. I'm gonna call him. Do you mind? Where is this guy?
Deangelo: [phone vibrating] Excuse me. [on the phone] Hello?
Michael Scott: [on the phone] This is Michael Scott. Hi.
Deangelo: You running late?
Michael Scott: No, I'm here. I'm right... I'm at the bar.
Deangelo: I'm at the bar, too.
Michael Scott: You are? What bar?
Deangelo: I'm at the bar. The bar that's located in the lobby of the hotel.
Michael Scott: I... do not see you.
Deangelo: How long have you...
Michael Scott: I'm been here about... gosh, over half an hour.
Deangelo: Okay, yep, me too.
Michael Scott: What are you wearing?
Deangelo: I am wearing a grey suit, red tie.
Michael Scott: Are we both at the right place?
Deangelo: Which place?
Michael Scott: I hear your voice.
Deangelo: I hear your voice. I see your lips moving.
Michael Scott: In the phone. Oh, man! [holds out hand] Michael Scott.
Deangelo: Deangelo Vickers.
Michael Scott: Wow! That is insane! [laughter]
Deangelo: That is insane. That is the right term. Bartender, let's get some Vodka up in this cranberry, and one for my friend.