"You know the speech." Roy's voice changed to a whiny, girlish pitch. "Roy! You never listen to me! I do everything and you just sit there on your lazy ass!"

"Whatever, Roy."

"No, you know what? If you're so sick of me, then why you don't you just go?"

"Fine!"

Without thinking, Pam spun around and marched down the hallway, pausing only to grab her coat. Roy followed, not saying anything until she reached the door.

"What're you doin', babe?"

"I'm leaving." She just looked at him for a second, then turned and walked out, slamming the door behind her.