Captain Stottlemeyer: I told the mayor not to go public. Now we got 50 copycats out there. Half the town is getting voodoo dolls in the mail, and all of them want a squad car in their driveway.
Adrian Monk: But these are the four, the only four that count. The same wrapping paper, the same handwriting, it's strange. He doesn't write the address on the box. He uses these labels.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What does that tell us?
Adrian Monk: I don't know. I don't know.
Captain Stottlemeyer: It's the damnedest thing, right?
Adrian Monk: What about the victims? Any connection?
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, no. The FBI's been running their names all day. There's no connection. Oh, and here's some more bad news. Our number-one suspect, our only suspect, is not gonna fly.
Adrian Monk: The guy who was selling the dolls.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Reverend Jorgensen. He's got an alibi for all three victims.
Adrian Monk: And now Natalie.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Now Natalie. How's she doing?
Adrian Monk: She's scared to death. I just talked to Randy. She hasn't gotten off the couch all day. Now he says she's wearing one of those plastic dog funnels around her neck.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, that can't be good.