Martin: You know, I was a cop for thirty years and it took my son with his Ph.D. mind to crack this baby.
Daphne: Of course, I was standing next to him at the time.
Frank: So, tell us about it, Frasier.
Frasier: Oh, no. [Everyone encourages Frasier] Well, all right. I hate to toot my own horn, but, if it will make Dad happy. I suppose it was my expertise in human behavior, combined with a lifelong enthusiasm for the Rwandan lowland gorilla that first set me thinking about the monkey.
Frank: I'm not sure I'm following you.
Frasier: Well, I'm going too fast, I'll go slower. The key was when I figured out if Brisbane could teach a monkey to impersonate George Washington, then surely he could teach a monkey to cock a revolver, sneak up a fire escape, lie in wait for Helen, pump her full of lead and then make his getaway, perhaps even still wearing the revolutionary war regalia in order to confuse any chance witnesses. In fact - Oh, and this is way out there - but jeez, maybe you should check to see if there were any local bank robberies at the time that were committed by a short, hairy man wearing a powdered wig.
Martin: You think the monkey was the killer?
Daphne: When I said I was standing next to him, I was really most of the way across the room.