Adrian Monk: Hello, again. I'm detective first class-
Edith Capriani: I know who you are. What took you so long? I've been waiting for three hours. He's inside my apartment.
Adrian Monk: Okay, uh, is this about your little friend Mr. Barton?
Edith Capriani: No, this is different.
Adrian Monk: All right, ma'am, look. The 911 line is for emergencies only. Real emergencies.
Edith Capriani: This is an emergency! It's Mr. Lawrence. He lives upstairs. He's gone crazy.
Adrian Monk: It's Mr. Lawrence.
Edith Capriani: He came downstairs for a visit. He wanted some milk. He loves milk.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, I'm sure he does.
Edith Capriani: Then all of a sudden, he starts running around, knocking things over, screeching, screaming. He tried to scratch my eyes out!
Adrian Monk: Uh-huh. Let me guess. He's Persian?
Edith Capriani: No. He's from Burma.
Adrian Monk: Of course he is. [a table is thrown through the window] What the hell have you been feeding him?
Lawrence: [shouting in foreign language]