Jim: Alright, now I think it's time for you to go.
Cathy: What? Oh, Jim, I thought we talked about this. You're cool, right?
Jim: Cathy! Go!
Dwight K. Schrute: [wearing face mask with spray chemicals in hand] Where's the bug?
Jim: Awesome.
Dwight K. Schrute: [sprays the bed and Cathy] Stand back!
Cathy: Aah! Stop, it, oh my god! That burns! What is that?!
Dwight K. Schrute: [continues spraying the bed] It's a compound of chemicals I pulled off the maid's cart!
Jim: Right there!
Cathy: Oh stop it, stop it, stop it!
Jim: Oh, big one! Big one! Really big one!
Cathy: I can't breathe!
Dwight K. Schrute: I think I saw it! I think I saw it!
Cathy: Stop it! [runs out the door]
Jim: Nice job, I think you got 'em.
Dwight K. Schrute: You can't stay here, this place is a bio-hazard. If I were you, I'd just bunk with Cathy.