Adrian Monk: You went to the Grande Lago Resort and you found Chip Rosatti. He was a thirsty victim.
Sharona: Adrian.
Adrian Monk: I mean, a perfect victim. His family was rich and well connected. You sent him a letter with a coupon for one free skydiving lesson. But first you made sure that his parachute would never open.
Hector: Shall we keep this on your card, senor Monk?
Adrian Monk: Yeah, yeah. Whatever.
Hector: Shall I staple them together?
Adrian Monk: I don't care! Do what you want! [...] Where is the car?
Capt. Alameda: It is coming. Continue, senor Monk.
Adrian Monk: When Chip Rosatti's body was brought in, the good doctor poured water into his lungs and announced that the boy had mysteriously drowned. He knew the mayor often asked me to look into cases like this.
Dr. Madero: Capitan, you cannot believe a word he's saying!
Capt. Alameda: Actually, Doctor, it explains quite a bit. There were some fingerprints on the parachute handles we couldn't match up. I'll be interested in comparing them with yours.