Michael Scott: [crying] I feel like all my kids grew up and then they married each other. It's every parent's dream.

Jim: Either way, Dwight, I can't be there for you. I'm sorry.
Dwight K. Schrute: Jim.
Jim: I just really wish there was something I could do. [looks off into the distance]
Dwight K. Schrute: [turns around] Michael. I can't believe you came.
Michael Scott: That's what she said.
Jim: [to camera] Best prank ever.

Dwight K. Schrute: Do I get along with my co-workers? Well, first of all, I don't have co-workers anymore, I have subordinates. So, have I gotten along with my subordinates? Let's see. My supplier relations rep, Meredith Palmer, is the only person I know who knows how to properly head bang to Motorhead. Oscar Martinez, my accountant, is now godfather to my son. Angela Schrute, my former accountant is now my wife. My top salesman, Jim Halpert was best man at my wedding and office administrator Pamela Beesley Halpert is my best friend. So, yes. I'd say I have gotten along with my subordinates.