[The next day, in the conference room for Michael's going away party:]
DeAngelo: Well, if he's not gonna make it, at least we should go ahead and eat the cake. Yeah. I, for one, love the corners. Why did I just do that? This is not even that good. I don't even- I don't even want it. I had cake for lunch. No, you know what? I've been good. I deserve this. What am I doing? Come on, Deangelo.
Erin: Hey.
DeAngelo: [screaming into the cake] No! No!
Dwight K. Schrute: Uh-oh. [Jim nods]