Lieutenant Disher: I don't see him.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He's here somewhere. He separated the fruit salad. This way.
Captain Stottlemeyer: There you are. What are you doing?
Adrian Monk: They don't have a dog.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Excuse me?
Lieutenant Disher: Newspaper clipping in DiMarco's hand. It was for dog food.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Right, the coupon. So you think DiMarco crossed the line. Monk, we looked into it. Tell him.
Lieutenant Disher: He's clean. I mean, at least so far. His bank account checks out. He wasn't in debt. No personal problems.
Captain Stottlemeyer: We'll keep digging, Monk, I promise, but in the meantime, you've got to tread carefully here. Weaver's right. You're not freelance anymore. If you're gonna accuse a cop of something, it's got to be airtight. Hey, hey. My butt's on the line here too. Come on.
Adrian Monk: [whispers] Passport application.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I said come on.