Sharona: You know how much a suite costs?
Adrian Monk: Huh?
Sharona: $2,000 a night. You said Tonday was a simple, quiet man, like a poet.
Adrian Monk: So?
Sharona: So how many poets could afford to stay here?
Adrian Monk: What are you saying?
Sharona: I'm saying that he could have made some extra money helping a rich furniture salesman kill his mistress.
Adrian Monk: Shh! That is not possible, okay? It is off the table. End of discussion. Don't touch anything.
Sharona: You're telling me not to touch anything?
Adrian Monk: That's Tonday's fruit.