The Farm
Erin:Dwight. What a ridiculous, fancy clown you are.
Dwight:I am dressed according to the Schrute codes of mourning. My aunt Shirley has died.
Pam:Oh, Dwight. I'm so sorry. Were you guys close?
Dwight:I would say that she raised me, but let's not kid each other. I raised myself. She was, however, the closest thing I had to a mother.