Adrian Monk: Dolly, we're talking about premeditated, first-degree murder. I think Ashcombe killed his wife, and then recruited you to find the body. That's accessory after the fact, aiding and abetting these are very serious charges.
Dolly Flint: I am not a criminal.
Adrian Monk: I've seen your rap sheet. You're not exactly Mother Teresa.
Dolly Flint: That is just nickel-and-dime stuff. Come on. You wanna know the truth?
Adrian Monk: I'm not sure my heart could take it.
Dolly Flint: Come here. [whispers] Mr. Monk, when I woke up on that hill, I couldn't believe it myself. The truth is I'm a fake. [blows smoke] I never really had the gift. Don't tell the girl. I mean, I wanted it. I pretended to have it. Once in a while when I was a kid, I thought I actually did have it. But the only gift I had was telling people what they wanted to hear. And it was a sham my entire life. [Monk coughs] Until Tuesday. That was the real deal, Monk. I swear on my sainted mother's eyes, Mrs. Ashcombe led me to that car. [Monk coughs] I always wanted to help the cops, you know. Like really help them on a big case. And I did it! Maybe I'm just a late bloomer. Whatever the case, this time I am telling you the truth. What is wrong?
Adrian Monk: You want to know what's wrong? I'll tell you what's wrong. I believe you.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, what are you doing here?
Adrian Monk: I wanna help.
Captain Stottlemeyer: You wanna help? Say a prayer for the man.
Adrian Monk: I can do more than that, Captain. You know I can.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Can you imagine what that man's going through?
Adrian Monk: Yes, I can.

Dolly Flint: She was calling me. She led me here. See, that's the way it happens sometimes. I was driving the car, but her aura was guiding me. Write that down, Lieutenant. It was her aura. And then I woke up, and I was right here. See, she wanted me to find her. She didn't want to lie for the rest of eternity under all that mud. I mean, can you blame her?
Lieutenant Disher: And you never met Mrs. Ashcombe?
Dolly Flint: No, never met her not until this morning.
Lieutenant Disher: And do you know her husband at all?
Dolly Flint: Never had the honor.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Is there anything else you can tell us, Miss Flint?
Dolly Flint: Oh, hell's bells, Captain. You can call me Dolly. You've known me for 20 years.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Hello, Dolly.
Dolly Flint: Did he tell you? He arrested me three times bunco and fraud. You always thought I was a quack, didn't ya, huh, Captain? Never thought I'd actually find somebody. Oh, hi! Excuse me? Can you get a picture of me with the car? I'm just gonna...
Captain Stottlemeyer: Hey. Hey, no, Dolly. Dolly. He is a police photographer. He's not from the National Enquirer.

Sharona: Miss Flint? Hello. My name is Sharona Fleming. And this is my friend- Oh, excuse me my boss, Adrian Monk. He was consulting on the case before you showed up to solve it.
Dolly Flint: Why is he, uh, staring at me?
Sharona: I know. It's a little creepy if you don't know him. Uh, Miss Flint. I just have to say that it is an honor to meet you. I can't tell you how much money I have wasted on those TV psychics. But you really have the power. I mean, a gift.
Dolly Flint: Well, apparently.
Sharona: Can I call you sometime for a private reading?
Dolly Flint: Oh, yeah. But listen. The rates on my card no longer apply. They've gone up, as of about two hours ago. Here's one for you, Mr. Monk.
Sharona: I'll take it to him.
Dolly Flint: Maybe I could help you with, uh, one of your cases sometime. Ciao.

Adrian Monk: I was just following up on the Ashcombe case.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What happened here?
Adrian Monk: I took the liberty of straightening up a little.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Where is all my crap?
Adrian Monk: It's in your drawers. And, of course, I had to throw some stuff away.
Sharona: I'm sorry, sir. I tried to stop him, but...

Captain Stottlemeyer: There is no Ashcombe case, Monk. The inquest is over. This is what happened. It was raining. She was a terrible driver. She went off the road. A mud slide covered the car until...
Adrian Monk: Until the biggest flake in North America just happened to find it.
Captain Stottlemeyer: And you can't stand that, can you? Dolly Flint showed you up, and you can't stand it. [Adrian touches the lamp]
Sharona: Adrian, sit!

Adrian Monk: We have Dolly Flint's file.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I know she has a jacket. I made three of those collars myself.
Adrian Monk: Fraud, trespassing, reckless endangerment.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, she has a sleep disorder. She walks in her sleep. She's got, um what do you call it som...
Adrian Monk: Do you know how many cases Dolly Flint offered to help with and failed? Two hundred and twenty.
Captain Stottlemeyer: So, she's one for 220. It's possible.
Adrian Monk: No, it's not.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yes, it is. She was photographed going through a red light last night. She was alone in the car. It happened.

Adrian Monk: I'm not good at parties.
Sharona: It's not a party. It's a memorial service. This is a nice place. Obviously, whoever lives here doesn't work for you.
Adrian Monk: The late Mrs. Ashcombe was richer than Canada.

Adrian Monk: Commissioner, I thought this might help. When I lost Trudy, l I read it every night.
Harry Ashcombe: "Ralph Waldo Emerson."
Adrian Monk: Yes, sir.
Harry Ashcombe: Thank you, Adrian. And thank you for coming. It means the world to me. It looks like we won't require your services after all. [grabs Adrian's hand] But I want you to know how much I appreciate your offer. Sharona: Thank you. [Adrian gasps] Hold on.
Adrian Monk: No, no, bathroom. Bathroom! I need to wash.
Sharona: Just try upstairs.
Adrian Monk: Did you see that? It was a two-hander.
Sharona: I saw it. Just don't make a scene.

Harry Ashcombe: The guest bathroom is down the hall.
Adrian Monk: Commissioner! I'm sorry. Uh, I was... I was, uh... I was... I was just... I mean, later after you know, before when we... l... Okay, here's the thing.
Harry Ashcombe: I can remember when you began this sentence. Everyone gets lost. The house was always too big for Katherine and me. We didn't buy it. It was a wedding gift from her father.
Adrian Monk: Ah.
Harry Ashcombe: You understand, right? I mean, you lost your wife.
Adrian Monk: Uh, understand what, sir?
Harry Ashcombe: The natural desire to pack her things away. You don't want them around to remind you.
Adrian Monk: I guess I had the opposite reaction. I haven't thrown anything of Trudy's away. Not even a hairbrush. Not even a hair from a hairbrush.
Harry Ashcombe: Really?