Adrian Monk: Tell me about your boss. Is he a driver?
Jack Monk: He used to be.
Adrian Monk: Does he ever borrow any of these trucks?
Jack Monk: Yeah, all the time. How do you know that?
Adrian Monk: Here's what happened. Ben Glaser borrowed a truck. This truck. And he drove out to see Kenneth Woods. They must've had a fight.
Jack Monk: Makes sense. They hated each other.
Adrian Monk: Ben killed Kenneth, and he hid his body. But he had a problem. There was a record of where he had driven that day.
Jack Monk: Big Brother!
Adrian Monk: Right. And he knew that eventually the cops would check the GPS computer. He had to erase it and quick. He had to put 5,000 more miles on this truck so the box would reset.
Jack Monk: And he sends me out on this wild goose chase. Son of a bitch bastard! Excuse my language.
Adrian Monk: It's okay. I'm a trucker.
Jack Monk: It's unbelievable. You solved it. You did it. You don't even know these people, and you solved the case! Just like when I used to read Sherlock Holmes to you. You'd figure it out by page two.