Adrian Monk: Dolly, we're talking about premeditated, first-degree murder. I think Ashcombe killed his wife, and then recruited you to find the body. That's accessory after the fact, aiding and abetting these are very serious charges.
Dolly Flint: I am not a criminal.
Adrian Monk: I've seen your rap sheet. You're not exactly Mother Teresa.
Dolly Flint: That is just nickel-and-dime stuff. Come on. You wanna know the truth?
Adrian Monk: I'm not sure my heart could take it.
Dolly Flint: Come here. [whispers] Mr. Monk, when I woke up on that hill, I couldn't believe it myself. The truth is I'm a fake. [blows smoke] I never really had the gift. Don't tell the girl. I mean, I wanted it. I pretended to have it. Once in a while when I was a kid, I thought I actually did have it. But the only gift I had was telling people what they wanted to hear. And it was a sham my entire life. [Monk coughs] Until Tuesday. That was the real deal, Monk. I swear on my sainted mother's eyes, Mrs. Ashcombe led me to that car. [Monk coughs] I always wanted to help the cops, you know. Like really help them on a big case. And I did it! Maybe I'm just a late bloomer. Whatever the case, this time I am telling you the truth. What is wrong?
Adrian Monk: You want to know what's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. I believe you.