Max Barton: Sherry. Baby. This is our day. Our moment. If Pauly decided to hang himself with his own belt, well, that's his problem.
Adrian Monk: Actually, Max, he didn't use his own belt. Lieutenant? This is the belt we found. This is your belt, isn't it, Max? I was there when you were being released. You said you'd lost some weight, remember? That you needed to punch another hole into it.
Max Barton: What does that prove? A lot of people punch holes in their belt. Nobody's gonna believe you anyway, Monk. Not after last time. This guy is still out to get me. I mean, he's obsessed or something, I-I
Adrian Monk: You're right, Max, there's no way we can prove that this is your belt. But we can prove that the belt you're wearing belonged to Pauly Flores. The man you killed. You strangled him with your own belt, Max. You hung him from the door to make it look like suicide. But then you made a mistake.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Where's Pauly's belt? We can't find it. It's not in his apartment, and we just checked your room.
Max Barton: What are you talking about? A belt's a belt. You can't prove any of this anyway.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, we caught a little bit of a break there, Mr. Barton. Pauly's belt's part of his uniform. It's company issue. Their logo's stamped on the inside.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Sir, remove your belt.
Max Barton: What are you, crazy? I'm not taking off this belt. Can you believe this?
Sherry: Take off the belt, Max.
Lieutenant Disher: Max Barton, you're under arrest for the murder of Paul Flores.
Adrian Monk: We all make mistakes, Max.
Natalie: Just means you're human.