Jim: We had to park at a satellite parking lot over there
Pam: Which just means we get to see more of our lovely street. Tell them what we saw today, Jim
Jim: Oh today we saw a junkyard dog attacking the bones of a rotissere chicken
Let's just get this out of the way: "We had to park" SQUEEE! Done and done.
When I first saw this I was like "Bzuh?! Did they cut out the handholding scene from the promo? Those lames." And I was disappointed, but I thought, eh, I'll get over it. EXCEPT THAT I HAD NO IDEA OH MY GOD
Pam: Who are you putting down?
Jim: Oh you don't know her
Pam: Who is it?
Jim: Your mom.
Pam: Yeah whatever... give that to me. Give that to me!
...Aaaand they are stars and bunnies and glitter and sparkles and precious moments dolls and hearts and joy and love and puppies and rainbows and SO. MUCH. LOVE.
I also love Pam's face when she says "who is it?" Like, he now knows everybody she knows and vice versa... BECAUSE THEY'RE IN LOVE
Pam: I'll just move
Jim: Oh really? Who's gonna take you in? You're messy, you're a klutz, you spill everything and you leave the volume on the TV way too loud
Pam: Yeah... maybe I'll just move in with my boyfriend cause he's kind of a slob, too
Jim: Ok, sure. Let's do it.
Pam: No, I um... we'll I'm not gonna, I'm... I'm not gonna move in with anyone unless I'm engaged
Pam took it there. TWICE. She took it there with a non-refundable one way ticket and no plans to ever buy a return ticket. EVER. AND I LOVE IT.
People are so worried because she seemed awkward, but you don't bring that up unless you want it to happen. If she was trying to steer away from the moving in thing, she would not mention engagement. That's not logical. If you want to take the heat off of something you don't throw it into a fire. If you don't want to be engaged to somebody, you do whatever you can to avoid the word, or words that sound like the word, like 'arrangment' or 'enrage'. She was totes feeling him out, it was pretty ballsy.
Jim: Oh, have I not proposed to you yet?
Pam: Mmm... I don't know... no?
Jim: Oh well, that's coming
That was ballsy, too, Jim. Nice work. Well played. And might I add: AAAIIIEEEEE!!!!!
I was laying on a love seat (heh, how appropriate) and when he said that I flung myself up to sit indian style (cause that's what I learned in 1st grade, obvi) and sat up at the end of the seat as close to the screen as I could get and I had my hands clasped over my mouth and I was soaring inside.
SPLENDID! WONDERFUL! How could it get better?
Pam: Oh right now?
Jim: No, I'm not gonna do it right here. That would be rather lame.
Pam: Ok, so then when?
Jim: Pam I'm not gonna tell you. I hate to break it to you but that's not how that works.
Pam: Oh right. Yeah...
Jim: Wait I'm serious. It's happening.
Jim: And when it happens, it's going to kick your ass, Beesly. So, stay sharp.
Pam: I've been warned.
THAT'S HOW IT COULD GET BETTER!
The cute is killing me, it is actually killing me. I just... I just... I just... LAST YEAR THEY WERE BARELY TALKING OH MY GOD I CAN'T TAKE IT SHUT THE FUCK UP WHAT THE EF I'M DYING OF SQUEE AND GIGGLES AND ERRJGJRBJKNVBFD!
How is it gonna kick her ass? What does he have planned? Are they walking through the PLoD and she says "You know, Jim, this parking lot doesn't hold very good memories for us, does it?" And then he says "No" reaches into his pocket, turns to face Pam, opens a box, "whaddaya say we change that, Pam?' And she cries and says yes and then Lifehouse's "You and Me" starts to play and they start to dance and he stops her and says "No, Pam, let's sway."
And then it can become the PLoE, or the PLoL, or the PLoS (parking lot of SEX).
Oh wait, this show isn't written by grammatically challenged, obsessed with using names, can't write to fit the character's personality worth a damn fic writers.
i love her face. A lot of people think it was her being worried and scared about him proposing, but I think it was more of her being confused. Like, 'wait, was he joking or not? I really thought that he was... maybe he wasn't. I can't tell. I don't like it. I'm confused.'
P.S. I really truly doubt that that is the first time Jim has said to Pam "I'm not gonna do it right here." Let's face it, she just can't get enough. Why do you think his clothes have been so scraggley lately? Because they're screwing so often that he barely has time to dress before it's time to undress again. So he just leaves his top button undone and his tie loose. Obvi.
Jim: No, I am not kidding.
I mean, I knew he wasn't kidding, you knew he wasn't kidding--wait, wait, what is he doing? Jim, what are you doing? What are you doing digging into your pocket? WHAT ARE YOU DOING? OH MY GOD YOU ARE NOT--WHAT ARE YOU DOING??
OH MY GOD YOU HAVE A BOX. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? There is nothing in that box. THERE IS NOTHING IN THAT BOX.
OH MY GOD THERE IS SOMETHING IN THAT BOX
OH MY FUCKING GOD THERE IS A RING IN THAT BOX! A RIIIIING IN THAT BOOOXXX!! BALLS OUT.
Can you even hear me over all the squeeing?
THERE IS A RING IN THAT BOX. AN ENGAGEMENT RING. AS IN MARRIAGE. AS IN MARRIED. AS IN HUSBAND AND WIFE. AS IN BABIES. AS IN OH MY GOD!
I mean, I am a girl so I pretty much had to give you the QVC Diamonique side/front shot. That is a pretty nice ring--simple, good size rock. That
OH MY GOD, RING.
Jim: Bought it a week after we started dating.
A WEEK AFTER THEY STARTED DATING. SHUTUP! THERE ARE BALLS ALL OVER THIS EPISODE.
I mean, this cake was good before the icing. That sweetness just made it even more delicious.
And just one hot minute, he randomly pulled that ring out of his back pocket. Does he just carry it around all the time? I mean I carry diamonds around all the time because I'm a total bling whore pimp and want to be Elizabeth Taylor, but Jim just carring that ring around in his back pocket? That would totes mean this:
And my favorite:
He broke up with her and one week later bought an engagement ring for another woman. The only woman. Heh. I really think that is hysterical. And that may seem cruel to some of you, but that's what you get for messing with an OTP--all my loathing hatred, hoebag. Just consider yourself lucky that I didn't tell you to suck lead and die... ok, I mean I didn't say it outloud... today... ish.
Jim: Where do you wanna go for dinner?
Pam: I dunno. I kinda hate all our regular places right now.
Did you hear that? It was the sound of every single fangirl inhaling sharply and their breath subsequently catching in their throat. Do you feel lthat slight rumble? It is the racing heartbeat of every single breathing woman watching this show at this moment.
OH MY GOD FOR REALSIES? SHUT UP AND DIE! FOR REALSIES?!?!
(Sidenote: They have regular places!!!!)
Jim: Hey Pam, wil you... wait for me one second while I tie my shoe?
Pam: ...I hate you
No, for fakesies. BUT STILL ONE OF THE BEST THINGS I HAVE EVER SEEN ZOMG OMG OMFG!!!!!!!1!!!!!!1 VDSIGFJNBFJDNVN!!!!!!!one!!!!!!!!!!!1!!!
THIS IS THE BEST DUNDIES EVER. And the PLoD almost got its thunder stolen by the SoPE (sidewalk of possible engagement). Jealous, PLoD? Your days are numbered.
PAM IS SO CUTE SHE WAS SO EXCITED SHE IS GONNA SAY YES I CAN'T STOP CAPS LOCKING AND ALL THIS LOVE AND JAM IS MAKING ME FORGET HOW TO USE PUNCTUATION OH MY GAWD.
They should have a caps lock where, once you press it, it can never be undone. Because only that can express my SDFNSDIOGHDNVD right now. THERE IS NO WORD FOR IT! DFDJKFNBJFN.
Jim: What? My shoe is untied! What is your problem? Oh my god, you thought that I was--oh no no no
Pam: Oh oh how could I have though that? How could I have thought that?
BABIES BABIES BABIES. That was the best mid-ish-April present EVER (and I've gotten A LOT). ADORABLE.
I really can't wait for the real thing, because what that did to me was ridiculous. I have no clue how I'm going to handle any of this. It's almost like it's happening to me. Oh who am I kidding? IT IS HAPPENING TO ME. I'M GETTING ENGAGED TO JIM...
Love love love love love love
Caps courtesy of Time-Enough.net