Lieutenant Disher: Postmarked a week ago, Nob Hill.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Go ahead and open it.
Lieutenant Disher: No, you can open it, sir.
Adrian Monk: I'll open it. ... Although, technically, I am just a consultant. [Sergeant Steiner makes alien noises]
Captain Stottlemeyer: Sergeant, you're not helping.
Sergeant Steiner: Yes, sir.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I'll open it.
Natalie: [looking away] It's another doll, isn't it? And there's a lightning bolt coming out of its head?
Lieutenant Disher: No, it's his neck. No, you're right. [Stottlemeyer uses tweezers to adjust the lightning bolt] No, it's his head.
Natalie: Now do you believe me?