Adrian Monk: Yeah. Mr. Dog. Mr. Dog czar, we're looking for councilwoman Eileen Hill. She's been missing for two days.
George Gionopolis: I heard about that. It was on the news. I can't help you.
Captain Stottlemeyer: When was the last time you saw her?
George Gionopolis: Oh, it was, like, three weeks ago. A month, uh... [coughs into a bag of hotdogs] No, they're good. Uh, she did call me on Monday morning and said she was coming over, but she never showed up. Which was fine with me. [chuckles]
Natalie: You don't like her?
George Gionopolis: Oh, I wouldn't say that. I would say I hate her. Hate. And every vendor here feels exactly the same way. She wants to regulate us to death.
Al: She wants us to wear gloves. And to put lids on the condiment trays.
George Gionopolis: Lids!
Al: And to change the water in the pots every other day.
Natalie: And what's wrong with that?
George Gionopolis: These dogs are like a fine wine. They need to simmer.
Al: The simmering. That's the secret.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, the simmering. See, the "meat" has to simmer.