Brad Terry: The door was locked from the inside. The hooker must have come in through the fire escape.
Lee: Minute traces of blood over here.
J: Rusty?
Brad Terry: Over here. What do you got, J.?
J: It looks like a fiber.
Adrian Monk: [to Sharona] What planet are they supposed to be on?
Sharona: Ssh.
Brad Terry: J, don't touch it. Lee, get the spectroscope.
Adrian Monk: What the hell is that?
Sharona: A spectroscope. It's how they solve the crimes. We should get one.
Adrian Monk: Why don't we get two? Then we can solve 'em twice as fast.