il mio regalo di compleanno (che non è oggi, ma lunedì, ché son nata due anni prima della caduta del muro di berlino) da parte sua.
siccome sono commossa, dovevo condividere cotanta bellezza.
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Jim: [on voicemail] Hey, it’s Jim. Leave a message.
Pam: Hi.
Pam: [on voicemail, because she’s calling Jim at the same time] Hi, this is Pam. Leave a message.
Jim: [walking to his car] Hey, it’s me. It is 5:03.
Pam: I figured I’d catch you walking to your car, but…
Jim: You must be out or something.
Pam: I’ll leave a message.
Jim: Is it me, or are we just a little off today?
Pam: I guess this is just one of those days. It’ll get better.
Jim: Hope you didn’t have any major laundry issues.
Pam: I finished my laundry. Got all my socks. Nothing like that time that crazy guy pushed you.
Jim: Remember that time that I helped you do your laundry and that crazy guy came in and started yelling at you?
Pam: And then, remember, we went shopping the next day to buy me a washer and dryer?
Jim: Yet here you are, back in a Laundromat. Now, I’m just trying to help you, Beesly. Be safe.
Pam: You’re probably upset that I’m even at a Laundromat right now. But, don’t worry, I’m being safe. And I’m headed home. I’m… headed to my dorm. Not home.
Jim: Wish you were home. Uh, anyway…
Pam: Anyway, um… I miss you.
Jim: I miss you.
Jim: (drawing two family trees on a whiteboard) Jan is about to have a baby with a sperm donor. And Michael is preparing for the birth of a watermelon with Dwight. Now, this baby will be related to Michael through (draws a question mark) delusion.
Ginger: I said I’d die for you!
Brigitte: No. You said you’d die with me. Cause you had nothing better to do.
Michael: What’s going on?
Pam: (on the phone) No, nothing. Nothing Michael! Just saying hi.
Creed: The tall guy got engaged.
Michael: To be married?
Jim: Yep.
[…]
Pam: (on the phone) Sorry.
Pam: Hey! This is not half-way! I did the math. I had to drive way longer than you. Montclair would have been closer, so you have to buy lunch. (Jim gets down on one knee) What are you doing?
Jim: I just… couldn’t wait.
Pam: Oh my God!
Jim: Pam, will you marry me?
Pam: Oh my God!
Jim: So?
Pam: Yes!
