Michael Scott: Pamcasso! Sorry I'm late. I had to race across town.
Pam: Oh, Michael.
Michael Scott: Wow! You did these? Freehand?
Pam: Yep.
Michael Scott: My God, these could be tracings. Oh, look at this one. Wow! You nailed it. How much?
Pam: What do you mean?
Michael Scott: I don't see a price.
Pam: Um. You want to buy it?
Michael Scott: Well, yeah. Yeah, we have to have it for the office. I mean, there's my window. And there's my car! Is that your car?
Pam: Uh-huh.
Michael Scott: That is our building. And we sell paper. I am really proud of you.
[Pam hugs Michael]
Pam: Thank you.