Adrian Monk: When did the coroner, Dr. Madero, first arrive in San Macros? Wait. Don't tell me. A year and a half ago.
Capt. Alameda: That's right! But what does Madero have to do with all this?
Adrian Monk: I didn't catch it before because I'm so damn thirsty. Smell this!
Capt. Alameda: Menthol.
Adrian Monk: Madero uses mentholated cream when he works at the morgue.
Capt. Alameda: Go find Dr. Madero and bring him here! Rapido. Plato!
Adrian Monk: [to Sharona] Come on! Come on. Pack! Pack! [to Almeda] It's nothing personal. I just I just gotta go home.
Capt. Alameda: I still don't understand, senor Monk.
Adrian Monk: Captain, the wild lion last year and the boy who drowned in midair, what do they have in common?
Capt. Alameda: I don't know!
Adrian Monk: They're both impossible. One impossible murder, maybe. Two impossible murders? It's just not possible.