Kevin: "Michelle said the wedding was doable, right?"
Jim: "A wedding. A wedding, yeah. You know, I promised her her wedding... you know, the wedding of her dreams."
Kevin: "Okay. What's the problem?"
Jim: "Dancing. Uh, she wants... she's gonna want to dance. You know the... there's that whole tradition: the first dance at the reception. She is gonna wanna dance Fred Astaire kind of bleep. I can't do that. I can't... You know, she learned all that from band camp."
Kevin: "Okay, so you take lessons, you know, right away."
Jim: "Lessons. Okay. I have to convince her parents that I'm not a bleephead."
Jim: "Indeed, challenging."
Kevin: "But doable. What else?"
Jim: "What else? I don't know what else. That's the thing. She cares too much to tell me. She doesn't want me to worry that she might be worried. So I'm worried."
Jim: "You mean, like... like spying on, uh... like spying on Michelle?"
Finch: "Spying is deceitful. Extra attention means you're concerned."
Jim: "This is... This is true. This is good."
Kevin: "Guy's, here's to the next step."
Jim: "Would you plesase shut up with that stepping? Jesus."
Finch: "Put your glass down."