Dwight K. Schrute: [over bullhorn] Pull over!
Angela: Dwight?
Dwight K. Schrute: Move to the side of the road!
Angela: Why?
Dwight K. Schrute: Pull over!
Angela: What do you- Dwight! [Dwight cuts her off; they both park at the side of the road; Angela gets out of her car] Dwight! What the [bleep] is your problem!
Dwight K. Schrute: [over bullhorn] Shut up, woman!
Angela: Who drives like that?
Dwight K. Schrute: Listen to me! I love you! And I don't care that Philip's not my son. I will raise 100 children with 100 of your lovers if it means that I can be with you!
Angela: Can you put that down?
Dwight K. Schrute: This expresses how loudly I love you.
Angela: It's too loud.
Dwight K. Schrute: [puts down bullhorn and gets down on one knee] This is a ring, taken from the buttocks of my grandmother, put there by the gangster patriarch of the Coors dynasty, melted in a foundry run by Mennonites.
Angela: Okay, yes. Yes, I will! [they kiss] I love you!
Dwight K. Schrute: I love you!