Lieutenant Disher: We just talked to the brother. He said she had a date tonight with a doctor she met at the convention.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Did the brother get a name?
Lieutenant Disher: Wouldn't that be nice? No luck. We checked the hotel, 900 doctors registered.
Adrian Monk: Well, we know he wears glasses.
Lieutenant Disher: Oh, we figured those were hers.
Adrian Monk: They're not hers. She was wearing contacts.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, that's a start. We're looking for a doctor who's lost his spectacles. Get those downtown. Maybe we'll get lucky with the prescription.