[on editing room screen:]
Brad Terry: There's a reason the coroner couldn't find a bullet in her body. There was no bullet to find.
Lee: At least no ordinary bullet.
Brad Terry: You killed the hooker with a bullet made from your own frozen blood. Isn't that right, Senator? Here's what happened. All you needed was an ounce of your blood. You poured it into a .38-caliber mold and froze it. The rest was easy. You left the fund-raiser at 7:00. You shot the hooker. Then you waited for the blood bullet to dissolve.
Senator: Well, you can't prove any of this.
Brad Terry: Oh, I think we can.
[reality:]
Brad Terry: I think it's fine. I think the gunshot could be louder.
Editor: I can do louder.
Captain Stottlemeyer: This is my favorite part where everybody stands around and you sum up the case.
Brad Terry: Yeah. Me too. Thanks.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to Mr. Monk.