Captain Stottlemeyer: What did he say?
Lieutenant Disher: It's still preliminary.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What did he say, Randy?
Lieutenant Disher: Poison. Some kind of strychnine. Simple and effective. Anybody could've made it.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Couldn't he have tasted it?
Adrian Monk: Port's pretty heavy drink, isn't it?
Natalie: It's really strong.
Adrian Monk: He wouldn't taste it in that.
Lieutenant Disher: Captain, they need the body.
Captain Stottlemeyer: This was meant for me.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, there weren't for the grace of God.
Captain Stottlemeyer: This was meant for me. "The grace of God."