The Delivery, Pt. 1
Meme It!Pam:Ooh.
Michael:Oh, oh, oh! Contraption! She's contrapting! Okay, you know what? I think I should drive you guys to the hospital, and here is why. I am a licensed, classy driver in the state of Pennsylvania. I gassed up the car...
Jim:Michael.
Michael:Actually, I put diesel in this time, trying to save some money.
Jim:Michael, you shouldn't have done that.
Michael:Happy to do it. Also, I did a heck of a job baby-proofing this office.
Pam:You know the baby's not going to live here, right?
Michael:Well, the baby was conceived here, so might as well live here a little bit, too.
Jim:Hmm, that logic's air-tight, but unfortunately it wasn't conceived here. Burning man, port-o-potty.
Michael:Oh, yuck! TMI! How was it? I don't want to know. Tell me later. Let's go! Let's go! Hospital!
Pam:Okay, okay, we're not going to the hospital. We are waiting until midnight.
Erin:Ooh, spooky. But why?
Jim:Because the insurance company only covers two nights.
Pam:Everything's fine. We have plenty of time.
Nick:Well, you don't want to wait too long, Pam. Otherwise the baby's going to become a teenager in there and you'll be up all night, from the rock music.
Michael:Shut up, Nick. What a weird thing to say. Weird I.T. nerd. Don't get revenge on me, nerd.
Angela:[as Nick looks over at her] What are you looking at?
Dwight:Ha, nerd.