Leyla Zlatavich: Natalie. Mr. Monk. I'm very sorry to bother you at home.
Adrian Monk: Bother? It's no bother. It only bothers me that it bothers you because you think it bothers me, which it doesn't. You know, bother me.
Natalie: Would you like to sit down?
Adrian Monk: Yes, thank you.
Natalie: Not you.

Leyla Zlatavich: Maybe we can talk about the case tonight? Over dinner?
Adrian Monk: Tonight? Yeah, okay.
Leyla Zlatavich: You have my address. 8 o'clock tonight? [kisses Monk on the cheek] Thanks again. I feel much better. [exits]
Natalie: Mr. Monk. [holding wipe]
Adrian Monk: Huh? Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Natalie: You didn't wipe it off.
Adrian Monk: Of course I did.
Natalie: You like her!
Adrian Monk: Natalie, she's a client.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, it's okay to like somebody. Trudy would want you to be happy.
Adrian Monk: I don't like anybody.
Natalie: Yeah, you keep saying that, But then you act all flustered.
Adrian Monk: I am not flustered. Where- Where's my silverware?
Natalie: You threw it out.
Adrian Monk: Why would I do that? [checks the trash can] Okay, fine. Maybe I am a little flustered. You know, I am just not used to being around attractive women. What? What?
Natalie: Nothing.
Adrian Monk: Oh, come on. Natalie! You're not a girl. You're- You're Natalie! Natalie. Nat. You're Nat. [playfully punches Natalie in the arm] Like Natalie, right? [Natalie punches Monk back] Natalie.

Leyla Zlatavich: I made a reservation for 8:00. It's just up the street.
Adrian Monk: Sounds good. [touches lamppost] Sorry. I can't help it.
Leyla Zlatavich: Don't apologize. We all have our little quirks. If we didn't, we would have been exactly the same. And how would that be?
Adrian Monk: Heaven on earth.
Leyla Zlatavich: [chuckles] I have a little quirk. I can't go to sleep without the radio on.
Adrian Monk: Wow, that is weird. You're like a freak of nature. You need help, lady.

Leyla Zlatavich: Every time I see the wall, I wanna cry.
Adrian Monk: I know, it's a mess.
Leyla Zlatavich: No, I mean it's so beautiful.
Adrian Monk: Exactly.
Leyla Zlatavich: I come here almost every day. A hundred different opinions, different voices. This wall is America. You don't appreciate what you have here. I hope I never take it for granted.

Adrian Monk: Did you speak to anyone?
Leyla Zlatavich: Um, your roommate, or, or your boyfriend, or-- I live alone. I don't have a boyfriend.
Adrian Monk: No?
Leyla Zlatavich: Not everyone is as lucky as you, Adrian. The way you talk about Trudy, I can tell you have something very special.
Adrian Monk: Yes, we do. We're very lucky. But back to the case. Could someone be framing you?
Leyla Zlatavich: Framing?
Adrian Monk: I mean, do you have any enemies? Maybe someone back in the old country.

Leyla Zlatavich: This was my favorite song.
Adrian Monk: What is it about?
Leyla Zlatavich: The words mean, "Foolish child, don't you know, the broken heart Will never mend. A true love story has no end."
Adrian Monk: That's beautiful.
Leyla Zlatavich: Last time I heard that song, it was on my 23rd birthday. We had a garden party. My father sang it for me.
Adrian Monk: Aw, that's a nice memory.
Leyla Zlatavich: Two weeks later, he was dead, along with my two brothers and my fiance.
Adrian Monk: I didn't know that when I said "nice memory."

Leyla Zlatavich: All murdered. He slaughtered half of the village.
Adrian Monk: Who- Who did?
Leyla Zlatavich: Who? What. He was an animal. They call him "Zemenski Morderca." The "butcher of Zemenia." He's disappeared. The whole world is looking for him. His name is Karsten Emerik.
Chef: Who dares to speak the butcher's name?
Leyla Zlatavich: [apologizes in native language]
Chef: That name is never to be spoken In my restaurant! When I hear that name I want to spit. [spits]
Adrian Monk: Okay. Oh, my God. Call 911. Uh, call- Call 911! What are you waiting for? It's an easy number. Okay, please stay calm. It's gonna be okay. It's just a little spittle. It's a little disgusting spittle. We're gonna need a 55-gallon drum of boiling water, and some....
Leyla Zlatavich: Adrian? Are you all right? What is it?
Adrian Monk: Is that him? The man you called "the butcher"? [Leyla nods] But that's the cab driver. He must've been hiding out here in San Francisco.
Leyla Zlatavich: What does it mean?
Adrian Monk: It means you have a motive if you did it. Which of course you didn't.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Let's get started. We have to move on this before the press gets wind of it. Thanks to Monk, we now have the real motive of the attack. Revenge, pure and simple. Turns out that our cabbie was a war criminal named Karsten Emerik.
Lieutenant Disher: Fifteen years ago, he and his troops killed Zlatavich's fiance and most of her family.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Can't blame her, really. Well, given the evidence that we have, we should move forward.
Adrian Monk: There's not enough.
Captain Stottlemeyer: It's enough, Monk.
Adrian Monk: No. She didn't do it.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, look at the board. There's a mountain of evidence. This Mt. Kilimanjaro.

Adrian Monk: So, what was she doing at the airport? And how- How did she even get to the airport?
McKiernan: I don't know. She's your girlfriend, why don't you ask her?
Sanchez: He's afraid to ask her because she might tell him the truth.
McKiernan: She's playing you, man! can't you see it?
Adrian Monk: But why would she kill him there? Look, the cabbie was killed on Algonquin avenue, right?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yep.
Adrian Monk: Leyla, I mean, Leyla. I mean, ley- Ms. Zlatavich-- Ms. Zlatavich lives three miles from there. It doesn't make any sense!
Captain Stottlemeyer: It makes perfect sense, Monk. She was at the airport. Who knows why? She hails a cab.
she drives into town.
Lieutenant Disher: It's a red light. She stops.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah. He turns around, she recognizes him. "Oh, my God, it's the butcher of blah blah blah."
Lieutenant Disher: Out comes the hat pin. She does him in the neck, Monk.
McKiernan: I'm buyin' it.
Adrian Monk: A red light?
Sanchez: You have a problem with that?
Adrian Monk: Red light, shmed light.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What? That- That's your argument? "Red light, shmed light"? It's come down to that? Okay, Monk. It's over. She has no alibi.
Adrian Monk: Alibi, shmalibi.
McKiernan: Okay, we're not getting anywhere. I say it's time to go to the shmudge and get a shmarrant.

Leyla Zlatavich: Your pants will be dry in 20 minutes.
Adrian Monk: [o.s.] I really appreciate this.
Leyla Zlatavich: People in need, that's my job.
Adrian Monk: [enters room] Oh, Geraniums, right?
Leyla Zlatavich: Yeah, fresh geraniums every day. Something I learned from my mother. It brightens your darkest night. She was right as usual.
Adrian Monk: Where is she now?
Leyla Zlatavich: Back home. She refuses to leave. That's where I get my stubbornness from. It doesn't fit?
Adrian Monk: No, it's fine. It's fine.
Leyla Zlatavich: There. Nice and even. It was my fiance's. He's gone for 15 years. I don't know why I keep it.
Adrian Monk: Oh. I do.