Julian Hodge: What's going on?
Adrian Monk: She's taking Julie home.
Julian Hodge: Why on earth would she do that?
Adrian Monk: Because I told her that you killed Clea Vance a year ago. And I'm betting that you killed Natasia Zorel last night. Who else would have straightened the clothes on Clea Vance's body?
Julian Hodge: Oh, and why would I do something like that?
Adrian Monk: I would have.
Julian Hodge: Is that it? Straightened out the clothes? [laughs] I mean, that's not evidence.
Adrian Monk: That's a hunch. That's all it is so far.
Julian Hodge: You trust your instincts, don't you?
Adrian Monk: Oh, yes.
Julian Hodge: And would it be the same infallible instincts that you used when picked out that jacket? Or when you did those buttons right up to the top on your shirt. What about the evidence, Mr. Monk? What about... Well, you've heard of DNA, right? I mean, does that ring a bell here?
Adrian Monk: DNA, yes.
Julian Hodge: The fibers, the hair, and the blood, they all belong to that boy, Pablo Ortiz, who's in jail. It couldn't have been me. Just not possible.
Adrian Monk: You're right. It's not possible. But you did it.