Adrian Monk: Okay, look, all I'm asking is this: did anyone else see anything last night?
Sheriff Fletcher: No, sir. Nothing was reported. You know, the weather out here can be a little bit tricky. Occasionally we get something called dry lightening.
Adrian Monk: No, this wasn't lightening. It was a vehicle. It was a flying thing.
Sheriff Fletcher: Okay. Where are you staying?
Adrian Monk: Oh, we're at the Sleep Inn out on Route 4.
Sheriff Fletcher: Okay, well, I will call you if I hear anything. Thank you so much for stopping by.
Adrian Monk: Okay, can I just say one thing here? Okay, I am not one of those, you know, nuts. I'm a former detective. I work for the San Francisco police quite a bit. In fact, you can call them.
Sheriff Fletcher: That won't be necessary. I believe you saw what you saw. Let me show you something, Mr. Monk. These are the cases that I have pending. I've got a rabid raccoon on the loose. And I've got teenagers knocking over some mailboxes. And now I've got Dolly who thinks that her neighbor's gone missing. And this is a busy week for me. To tell you the truth, I kind of hope you're right. I mean, a Martian invasion would be quite a nice change of pace around here.