Cleaning Detective Prints

'Another ingot!'

"What's that? I asked for a teal lichen. That's a brown thread. Are you trying to upset me?"

The Missing Sock Returns

Evolution.

'I don't understand: I lick the plates clean, but Mistress still puts them in the dishwasher afterwards...'

"So that's where all the socks ended up!"

Man in office, desk covered in computer equipment, uses floor for photos, desk pads etc.

We have a problem with your research. We're Encyclopedia Britannica and you're Wikipedia.

"So that's where you were last night."

"...I should have seen it coming...The busboys, the waiters, the dishwashers, the maitre d', all stealing shrimp, caviar, lobster, but ah, the strawberries, that's where I had them?"

'Its that final touch that makes it seem just like a natural pond.'

"Miss Jenkins, e-mail the housekeeper. Her telecommuting days are over"

Micro and Macro Department,

"Your curriculum vitae is extremely detailed, isn't it? I don't quite know what to make of the fact that your third-grade teacher, Miss Hartley, made you stand in the corner for throwing an eraser although another kid did it."

Don't forget to read the small print.

Jean, bring me everything we've got on gravity.

The Complete Cycle.

"I have my green thumb, thanks to my black 'n' blue knees!"

"You say in your resume that you're very meticulous."

'Miscellaneous' and 'Non-Miscellaneous' trays

Missing sock

Devil in the detail

'After you with the camouflage.'

"I just audited our books. Your register came up five cents short, Rudy."

'There's something wrong with the slow cooker. I check it every minute but nothing's cooking!'

"We need to talk about procrastination."

'Talk about paranoid. He reads the fine print on his money.'

Giant sandwich bags.

"Their entire planet is coated in things called doodads, tchotchkes, trinkets, knick-knacks, bric-a-brac, and clutter."

Where missing laundry socks go!

"O.K., so I shrank. But you must admit I am brighter."

When pedants take a break.

Forward Planning - The key to Success

The Sleep of Reason Produces Bureaucracy

I'm sorry, sir, but the fact-checkers convention isn't until next week. Hotel.