Adrian Monk: The smell! I can't breathe! Oh, God. I can't get a break. First the incense, then the dead housekeeper, and now this. God it stinks! It's like chemical warfare.
Samuel Waingaya: Adrian Monk, will you please stop talking about the smell? Sometimes you are like a big, crying infant. We have other problems, Adrian Monk. [Monk is silent] That's better.
Adrian Monk: Can I say something?
Samuel Waingaya: Is it about the stink?
Adrian Monk: No. Yes! I can't breathe!
Samuel Waingaya: Would you just think of something else. You said that another woman was killed. What did you mean?
Adrian Monk: It stinks in here!