Woman #4: I have a question for Jim and Pam. Everyone watching sees how much you love each other and how you're soul mates. So, Pam, how could you doubt that when Jim moved to Philadelphia?
Jim: Um, you know what, I actually didn't handle that move, uh, very gracefully. From not communicating to being a little selfish.
Pam: Listen, um... I was scared, you know? I loved what I had, and I didn't want to risk it. And I think that maybe I did doubt him a little too. Which was wrong because he's shown me time and again. But when the documentary started airing, people on the street told me that I had this fairy-tale romance. But there were a lot of times last year where it did not feel like a fairy tale. But then it got deeper, and it got stronger and now it's better than a fairy tale. It's like a long book that you never want to end. And you're fine with that because you just never, ever wanna leave it.
Woman #4: Like Harry Potter.
Pam: Yeah, like Harry Potter.

Jim: I know Dwight misses Kevin. I saw him make his portrait out of a Wooly Willy. Tomorrow's his wedding day. You can't be anything but happy on your wedding day.

Dakota: Hi, I'm Dakota.
Creed: Jeff Bomondo. I sell ceramic tile out of Newark.
Dakota: Nice.
Creed: My wife's name is Kathryn. I can show you my social security card if it helps.

Dwight K. Schrute: In the past year, I have consolidated the entire Scranton paper market. We regained the white pages, the school district, Lackawanna county. We supply them all. I'm getting married tomorrow afternoon, and in the morning, there's a mini-reunion. A kind of a "Where are they now?" panel at a local theatre. It'll be nice to see everyone again. [laughs] I haven't seen Kevin since we let him go.

Jim: I bike to work now. Saves on gas, cheaper than a vasectomy and, uh, oh, yeah, it's good for the environment too. Pam and I are great. She just recently finished her mural for the Irish cultural center. And Dwight is imitating Japanese business practices for reasons he explained to us in Japanese.

Dwight K. Schrute: What was that for?
Angela: To remind you that our wedding's gonna be wonderful.
Dwight K. Schrute: Ah. I know. It just feels so empty with so many of the old gang gone.
Angela: D, it's gonna be perfect. The only people that need to be there are you and me.
Dwight K. Schrute: Oh, and the old man to feed us the cheese that he's been fermenting since the day of my birth. You keep forgetting about him.
Angela: I don't... I don't know why.

Jim: Okay, the limo's gonna be here at five. I need everybody to be ready ‘cause I want to pack in a lot.
Zeke: Party time! Whorehouse!
Jim: Uh, no. No whorehouse. This is Dwight's night, okay?
Zeke: Well, you're the bestisch mensch.
[aside to camera:]
Jim: Dwight has made me his bestisch mensch. Which is Schrute for best man. He's putting himself entirely in my hands tonight. And I know for over 12 years I've done nothing but trick and prank him but tonight, only good surprises. "Guten Pranken". [chuckles]

Dwight K. Schrute: Oh hey, Jim. I forgot to mention. Oftentimes, in Hollywood portrayals of bachelor parties, there are accidental murders. That won't be necessary tonight.
Clark: Great, now we got three hours to fill.
Jim: Okay, hold on. Are you sure Mose isn't going to show up?
Dwight K. Schrute: Ever since Angela moved in and Mose had to stop sleeping at the foot of my bed, he's been acting pretty weird about this whole wedding thing.
Jim: Mose has been weird? That's so unlike him.

Dwight K. Schrute: I thought you guys couldn't come.
Darryl: Yeah, but then they moved the panel to the same weekend and the doc crew paid to fly us in. It was kismet.
[aside to camera:]
Jim: Kismet? Yeah, right. Pam and I came up with excuses for every other weekend. You remember my two lap band surgeries, right? Neither do I? "Guten Prank" number one.

Oscar: They wanted me to go to the bachelorette party with the girls. Really? Such a cliché. I'm a man. So I'm going to the bachelor party with the boys. I just have to remember how I acted before I came out.
[later in the stretch limo:]
Oscar: Wazzup!