Michael Scott: She asked me for a ride and so I am going to give her a ride home.
Dwight K. Schrute: Is that all it is? Just a ride home? Like a taxicab?
Michael Scott: Well, might be a ride home. Might be a ride home and we stop for coffee and dot-dot-dot...
Dwight K. Schrute: Please. Please, I am your inferior and I'm asking you this favor. Can you promise me that it will just be a ride home?
Michael Scott: No. I cannot promise you that.
Dwight K. Schrute: You cannot promise me, or you won't promise me?
Michael Scott: Listen, Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: Do you love her?
Michael Scott: Dwight, no. I don't know. It's too early to tell. I don't know how I feel.