Isabel comes into Jim and Pam's house with a casserole for them and finds Dwight still leading the construction crew. It's just a whole day for awkward wedding hook-up reunions, isn't it? At least new cabinets are going up now. Dwight takes the casserole off Isabel's hands, since the fridge is in the back yard. Before she leaves, Dwight asks to come over for a teeth-cleaning some time, and he says he'll call her. "Do that," she smiles. Wow, between the shit Angela's putting up with and Isabel's total lack of revulsion, I'm suddenly morbidly curious about what exactly those blurry pixels were hiding earlier.
Jim and Pam are being wheeled out to the door of the hospital while the baby cries. Once they get outside, the nurse asks them where their car is. "A lot of fathers bring the car around," he remarks. Jim agrees that would be the smart thing to do, and promises to be right back.
At the office, Andy asks Erin to send a fax, which reads, "Erin will you have dinner with me?" Unfortunately he either does not know or has forgotten how scrupulous she is about not reading faxes people ask her to send. He insists on waiting for confirmation. She tries, but since Andy directed it to their own fax number, it's busy. Andy jokingly threatens to fire her if she doesn't send it immediately. She breaks down in tears, because this is too much after the day she's had. Upset himself, Andy tells her to read the fax. "I'm asking you out," he explains. She goes from miserable to ecstatic happy in a half-second, and while they start to talk about a date, Michael makes shooting motions at them through his office window like this is all his doing. Which, he might have a point, since who knows how long it would have been before the entire moon was visible through Andy's bedroom skylight?
The nurse hustles Pam out of the wheelchair because he needs it back. She's left sitting there waiting alone while the baby cries with increasing desperation in her arms. Pam makes with the privacy drape and tries to get Cecilia to latch on, and Jim finally comes back with the car. "Five tickets on the windshield," he says, not realizing how lucky he is not to have had to walk to the impound lot. [Which, aren't his keys in the bushes across the street? - Z] Pam doesn't care; they're doing it. Jim asks if she used his move. She says he used a variation on it, which is a variation on the response, "No, moron."
Back in the office, Michael smokes another cigar while talking about the feeing "when two people who are perfect for each other overcome all obstacles and find true love. And that is what I thought that Erin and Kevin were gonna find today." Then he almost throws up in his wastebasket. A little on the nose, don't you think?