Angela: Hey. You wanted to see me?
Dwight K. Schrute: Door. Chair. It's about Philip.
Angela: I am sorry he's here today but I had-
Dwight K. Schrute: I believe that boy may be a Schrute. And if he is, that child needs to be accorded what is his. An enormous farm, an inheritance, and the right to be raised under rigorous Schrute traditions. You will, of course, be compensated with a marriage proposal.
Angela: How thoughtful.
Dwight K. Schrute: Then the two of you would move to my 1,600-acre estate, which, let's face it, is a big step up from living in a gay man's closet.
Angela: If he is your son, that's a great plan. But he's not. He's not your son.
Dwight K. Schrute: Very well.
Angela: Can I go back to my desk now?
Dwight K. Schrute: Yes.