Jim: We wanted to say we are very sorry.
Kelly: Screw you guys, you're dead to me.
Dwight K. Schrute: If you say "screw you" one more time-
Kelly: Screw you. I don't forget your birthday. I would never do that to you.
Jim: We just want to make it up to you. What can we do?
Kelly: I guess my only wish would be that nothing so terrible would ever happen to anyone else ever again.
Jim: Okay. Okay. It's good that it happened to me because at least I can bear it.
Dwight K. Schrute: What kind of cake do you want, imbecile?
Kelly: Ice cream.