Lieutenant Disher: Morning. Any coffee left?
Oates: Got a full pot. How'd you sleep?
Lieutenant Disher: Fine, I guess. It's sour. What kind of farm is this? Don't even have any fresh cream. [slaps his forehead]
Adrian Monk: Randy, what is it?
Lieutenant Disher: Mosquito. So, fill me in on what happened on Belmont's farm.
Adrian Monk: Not much to tell. It was a dead end. Ho- How 'bout you? Any new thoughts on the case?
Lieutenant Disher: No. [stops]
Adrian Monk: What? What is it?
Lieutenant Disher: No, it's nothin'.
Adrian Monk: Wait! Wait a minute! Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Monk, call the sheriff. I think I solved the case.