Lieutenant Disher: You're thinking Tonday.
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, no. Their times don't match up exactly.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, then who?
Captain Stottlemeyer: All right. Here's my idea. Let's say there were six runners.
Lieutenant Disher: Six?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah. Tonday, McDowell, and these four guys: Harvester, Blanchard, Crowe and Davidson. They pass the chip back and forth among them. They were all running in the vicinity and...
Lieutenant Disher: Like a conspiracy.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, no. I've worked the time out on this graph. Passing it back and forth, the time works out almost exactly. What do you think?
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, this is worth looking into, sir.
Captain Stottlemeyer: It's all... No, it's not. It's insane. There is absolutely no connection between those six men.
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, you're right. It's I was just playing devil's advocate with that.

Adrian Monk: No, seriously. Tonday Mawwaka is the greatest runner who ever lived. I saw him run in Los Angeles in 1973. He was 400 yards behind with less than a mile to go. He had nothing left, and somehow he just he just found it. It was the most amazing finish. I can't believe you never heard of him.
Sharona: [off Monk's look] What?
Adrian Monk: That man. He missed a button.
Sharona: Don't worry about it, okay?
Adrian Monk: Come on, just have fun. Sixty-three years old, he's still running the marathon. I've got to get into shape.
Sharona: No. You're in great shape.
Adrian Monk: Nah. I used to be. Now if I can't find the remote control, I just watch whatever's on. Look at him. How can he stand it? Hold on to this. Excuse me, sir. You missed a button.
Man: What? You missed a button.
Adrian Monk: You'll thank me later.
Sharona: Oh, oh! Adrian!
Man: Will you get the hell away from me? I'm trying to enjoy this race here.
Adrian Monk: Here it is. It's no problem.
Sharona: Adrian! Adrian, he's coming. Adrian, would you hurry up! Look! He's coming!
Adrian Monk: These are in the way.
Man: No, they're not in the way. You're in the way!
Adrian Monk: I'm very good at buttons.
Man: Get away! Get away!
Adrian Monk: There it is. Okay.
Sharona: You missed him! You've just missed him!

Adrian Monk: I can't believe I missed him. I can't believe I missed Tonday.
Sharona: Well, it's your own fault. You should have ignored the stupid sweater.
Adrian Monk: It was askew.
Sharona: So what? So what? Why can't you just let people be askew? I mean, what are you, the askew police?
Adrian Monk: Yes, I'm the askew police.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, what are you doing here? You chasing ambulances now?
Adrian Monk: We were just driving by. What do you got?

Captain Stottlemeyer: We got a dead girl. She lives on the 21 st floor. Either she slipped or she jumped or she had some help.
Adrian Monk: It was murder.
Lieutenant Disher: It's a possibility, yeah.
Adrian Monk: No, that's what happened. It was murder.
Lieutenant Disher: And how can you know that, Monk? You just got here.
Adrian Monk: Her toenails. She didn't finish painting them. She was obviously interrupted.
Lieutenant Disher: Isn't that the style now?
Sharona: Like you know.

Captain Stottlemeyer: She was your girlfriend.
Trevor McDowell: Yes, sir. I really screwed up big time.
Captain Stottlemeyer: How long have you been screwing up?
Trevor McDowell: I met her two years ago. She was an actress in one of my commercials. She was the girl in the water bed.
Sharona: Oh, my God. I remember that one. Yeah, yeah. I liked that commercial.

Angie Morrison: What can we do for you?
Adrian Monk: I just need some information. How many people ran in the marathon today?
Angie Morrison: 6,111.
Tillie Graves: People of all colors and creeds.
Adrian Monk: I'm sure they were. I wouldn't have it any other way.

Sharona: Um, we're interested in a runner named Trevor McDowell.
Angie Morrison: Oh, McDowell, number 948. The police were asking about him earlier. There he is. Yeah, he ran it in three hours, That's a really respectable time.
Tillie Graves: Quite respectable. All of our racers are winners, be they black, white or Latino. It takes many colors to make a rainbow.
Adrian Monk: Yes, ma'am. I'm a big rainbow guy.
Sharona: He loves rainbows.

Adrian Monk: How's it going in there?
Captain Stottlemeyer: It's going great, except he wants to know what the little squeaky noise behind the mirror is.
Adrian Monk: That might have been me. There's a smudge. I think it's on your side. You can get it when you go back in. [tries to hand Stottlemeyer a wipe]
Sharona: I'm sorry.

Captain Stottlemeyer: What do you got?
Adrian Monk: Trevor McDowell.
Captain Stottlemeyer: No. He was running the marathon. It checked out.
Adrian Monk: I don't know how he did it, but he's the guy. I'll tell you why. Because Gwen was killed first, then she was thrown off the balcony. That's the key. Why would the killer draw attention to himself? There's only one reason: To establish the exact time of death. He wanted everyone to know precisely when she died. Why? Because he had an alibi. An airtight alibi.