Moving On, Pt. 2
Shirley:I feel like a show pony.
Dwight:And you look like one too. Thank you Angela.
Angela:You're welcome. Would you like some stew?
Dwight:By all means. And I will carve the roast skunk. Angela?
Angela:Mmhm.
Dwight:Would you like the stink sack?
Angela:Is it any good?
Dwight:No, you don't eat it. It's a toy, like a wish bone. You know, prettiest girl gets the stink sack.
Angela:Thank you. [both laugh]
Shirley:So, when's the wedding?
Angela:Oh, um actually uh, we are just friends.
Shirley:That's what Mose said about his lady scarecrow and look what he did to that poor thing.