Adrian Monk: So, what was she doing at the airport? And how- How did she even get to the airport?
McKiernan: I don't know. She's your girlfriend, why don't you ask her?
Sanchez: He's afraid to ask her because she might tell him the truth.
McKiernan: She's playing you, man! can't you see it?
Adrian Monk: But why would she kill him there? Look, the cabbie was killed on Algonquin avenue, right?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yep.
Adrian Monk: Leyla, I mean, Leyla. I mean, ley- Ms. Zlatavich-- Ms. Zlatavich lives three miles from there. It doesn't make any sense!
Captain Stottlemeyer: It makes perfect sense, Monk. She was at the airport. Who knows why? She hails a cab.
she drives into town.
Lieutenant Disher: It's a red light. She stops.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah. He turns around, she recognizes him. "Oh, my God, it's the butcher of blah blah blah."
Lieutenant Disher: Out comes the hat pin. She does him in the neck, Monk.
McKiernan: I'm buyin' it.
Adrian Monk: A red light?
Sanchez: You have a problem with that?
Adrian Monk: Red light, shmed light.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What? That- That's your argument? "Red light, shmed light"? It's come down to that? Okay, Monk. It's over. She has no alibi.
Adrian Monk: Alibi, shmalibi.
McKiernan: Okay, we're not getting anywhere. I say it's time to go to the shmudge and get a shmarrant.