Captain Stottlemeyer: [on the phone] Because I'm your husband and that makes it my business. No, Karen, you don't want to talk about it? You gotta talk about it. Karen, no, I'm not yelling. I'm trying to- Karen.
Sergeant Sharkey: That's not cool, man. You should treat her better.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What did you say?
Sergeant Sharkey: Oh, I just- I don't really think you appreciate her. She's a... She's a hell of a woman.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Do I know you?
Sergeant Sharkey: No. No, you don't know me. The question is, do you know your wife?
Captain Stottlemeyer: What's your name?
Sergeant Sharkey: Sharkey, sir.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, Sgt. Sharkey. You're obviously trying to tell me something. Are you trying to tell me that you know my wife?
Sergeant Sharkey: Maybe I do.
Captain Stottlemeyer: You'd better wipe that smile off your face.
Sergeant Sharkey: Well, I don't know if I can do that. Karen put it there.
Adrian Monk: Okay. Hold on. Hey, you guys, you can't fight here. This is a crime scene.
Captain Stottlemeyer: You wanna take it down the street? Let's go.
Sergeant Sharkey: Oh, sure, yeah. That's how you solve everything, isn't it? Do you ever wonder what Karen's doing on Tuesday nights? You know, when you're at the staff meeting.
Lieutenant Disher: Whoa, Sergeant, shut up. That's an order.
Sergeant Sharkey: Take it from me, pal. She ain't missing you.
Lieutenant Disher: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Captain Stottlemeyer: All right. I'm okay. It's okay. Okay, I'm okay.
Lieutenant Disher: Just walk away from this.
[The Captain punches Sharkey in the face]