Michael Scott: My weekend was bad so far.
Pam's mom: Oh.
Michael Scott: I came here hoping to meet somebody. You know, as you do at weddings. End up going to sleep by the vending machine. It was loud, but it was warm.
Pam's mom: Oh, that sounds awful.
Michael Scott: And... And the love of my life is dating somebody else.
Pam's mom: Oh.
Michael Scott: It is a terrible year for love.
Pam's mom: Yeah. Guess it is.
Michael Scott: I'm thinking about having my sperm frozen.