Adrian Monk: Okay, look, our little demonstration didn't work. But you might be right about Jimmy Belmont. That night a month ago was the first dance he had been to in ten years. And he was the only person there who heard the gunshot. It's pretty suspicious.
Lieutenant Disher: Suspicion isn't proof.
Adrian Monk: You know, I'd still like to meet him, talk to him.
Oates: Well, it won't be easy. Belmont never leaves his farm, and he don't like visitors. But he is looking for a new farmhand.
Adrian Monk: No, no, I can't. I- I- Randy, you know, I just can't.
Lieutenant Disher: It's fine, Monk. I don't blame you. Forget it. Just-- Forget about me. Look at us. Losers all. Hey, at least I don't have any kids. It ends with me.