Phyllis' Wedding
Michael:There she is. I swear Phyllis you are as beautiful as the first day you started work at Dunder Mifflin.
Phyllis:Thanks, Michael. That's sweet. Same as when you said it outside.
Michael:How you doin'? You excited.
Phyllis:Yes, very.
Michael:Me, too. If you need to vomit, that is ok. I did. Do you want to talk about tonight?
Phyllis:No.
Michael:You're probably worried about pleasing Bob. A lot of pressure. Phyllis, did you break wind? It's okay, if you did. It's a very natural reaction. It's your wedding. And you're nervous...
Phyllis:That wasn't me.
Michael:Okay... umm... I'm sure that Bob... Wow. That is... that is pungent. I lost my train of thought. Aaah... Are you set on that hairstyle?
Phyllis:I thought it was...
Michael:Here, let me...
Phyllis:Michael... No.
Michael:Just cover up that bald patch.
Phyllis:I don't need your... thank you. No, Michael please... I just need some time alone.
Michael:Okay.