Dwight K. Schrute: Okay. Well, gosh. Thank you for your help today. Your perspective was very useful. Thank you.
Angela: It was not an unpleasant way to spend an afternoon. [They shake hands. Then kiss] Dwight, Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: Right. Not outside. The horseflies. You know what? My farm is only a few acres east of here. Or, we could use the slaughterhouse.
Angela: No, Dwight. The Senator.
Dwight K. Schrute: Leave him. He probably won't even notice that you're gone. Be with me, Monkey.
Angela: I can't be your monkey, Dwight.
Dwight K. Schrute: I'm not talking about some frisky romp in the warehouse. We have wasted too much of our lives ignoring the fact that we belong together. The eighty or ninety years that I have left in this life... I want to spend with you.
Angela: I made a vow. I gave my word.
Dwight K. Schrute: Stand by your man. It's what I would want if you were mine.
Angela: Good night, D.