(It's a cold December day in Scranton. There is a healthy layer of snow on everything. We see a shot of a closed church door and the camera pans to show that the cameraman is at the top of the steps. At the bottom of the steps, parked at the curb is a black limousine. Standing by the door are Greg and Ricky, the first cameraman and soundman, respectively.
The camera swings back to show the doors to the church and the swing open. Out come Jim and Pam. The cold doesn't seem to faze them, although we do see Pam clutching at her wrap a little tighter. They give the camera a smile and a wave, but don't break stride as they make their way down the steps to the waiting limo.
The shot changes from Barry's, the second cameraman, camera to Greg's when Jim and Pam are halfway down the stairs. The camera follows them continuously as we watch them rush to the limo and pile inside.
The camera stays on them and moves to shoot them through the still open limo door as they giggle and exchange kisses in the backseat)
Pam:
(As they keep kissing)
I'm now Pamela Morgan Halpert.
Jim:
Yes, you are.
Pam:
Pamela Morgan Halpert.
Jim:
How does it feel?
Pam:
(Smiling)
Just right.
(Pam notices that the door has yet to be closed and that they are still being taped. Jim turns and notices as well. He shifts in his seat and leans forward, effectively blocking the camera's view of the limo's interior)
Jim:
Oh,
(Indicates something over Greg's shoulder)
Wouldja look at that?
(The camera spins around to show the front of the church. Nothing is out of the ordinary. There's just Barry standing at the top of the steps, getting footage as the first of the guests file out. We hear the sound of a door slamming shut. The camera spins back only to see the limo pulling away)
Greg:
(Off Camera)
How the hell do we keep falling for that?
Ricky:
(Off Camera)
We? You're the one who keeps turning around.