Chance Singer: Why don't you people just leave us alone? We're just trying to live our lives.
Adrian Monk: So was Vickie Deline. I know you were seeing her, Singer. Her roommate told me.
Chance Singer: Her roommate?
Adrian Monk: What happened? She didn't want to join your little cult? She tried to run. You grabbed the knife.
Chance Singer: I did not know the girl.
Adrian Monk: Liar!
Chance Singer: I never met her! Will you get out of my face, please?
Adrian Monk: No, no, no. No, I know that trick. I step back, I see the whole schmegge.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, are you okay?
Chance Singer: Your friend here is psychotic!
Adrian Monk: We both know you did this. Pervert!