Natalie: What are you doing?
Adrian Monk: Oh, nothing. Nothing.
Natalie: What are you hiding?
Adrian Monk: I'm not hiding anything.
Natalie: Were you trying to muffle this?
Adrian Monk: I was trying to kill it.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, Julie paid for this with her own money. She's so proud of it. There, you can hardly hear it.

Natalie: I will be right back.
Adrian Monk: No, no, wait, wait, wait. What, what are you doing? Where are you going?
Natalie: I'm just gonna run up to police headquarters. I want to talk to the captain about the man that was killed.
Adrian Monk: Natalie, Natalie, that wasn't your fault.
Natalie: I know, Mr. Monk. But I was the last person to see him alive. I never really thought about what that means. You know? But it means something. It's weird, I feel kind of responsible.

Natalie: Who's this?
Lieutenant Disher: That's the victim. Julio Alvarez.
Natalie: No. No, this isn't the guy.
Lieutenant Disher: Natalie, that's the guy. There's his employee I.D. He's dead. He's in the morgue.
Natalie: That's not the man that came to the door.
Lieutenant Disher: Okay, look, you said you only got a glimpse of him last night. I mean, that's the guy. Is that from the judge's house?
Cop: Yeah.
Lieutenant Disher: Captain's office. I gotta go.
Natalie: That's not the guy.

Natalie: Hey, can I see those?
Mr. Gorman: Why?
Natalie: I'd like to see where he went before he got to my house.
Mr. Gorman: Are you a cop?
Natalie: No.
Mr. Gorman: Because I got work to do.
Natalie: Well, I'm not a cop, but I work for a detective. Adrian Monk.
Mr. Gorman: Who?
Natalie: Adrian Monk. He's a great detective. He's, like, a genius. You can ask anybody.

Natalie: Can I just talk about the case for one minute please? So I've been thinking about this. The man at the door was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Sunglasses at night. It was like he was trying to hide his face from me. Do you think it means something?
Adrian Monk: I don't know. Oh. False alarm. That's a broken "Q."
Natalie: Mr. Monk, this is important to me. All right, so he left the pizzeria at 7:05. He didn't get here until 7:40, and the pizza was cold, remember?
Adrian Monk: Cold.
Natalie: Yeah, that's right. What do you think it means?
Adrian Monk: Cold.
Natalie: Do you think it's important?
Adrian Monk: I'm so cold.

Natalie: All right, he had two other stops before he got here. I got the addresses. I'm gonna retrace his steps.
Adrian Monk: No, no, no, no. No, Natalie. Just let the police handle it.
Natalie: They don't care about this kid. They can't even remember his name. And they sure as hell don't care about what I think. All they care about is this missing judge. Mr. Monk, I need you to come with me.
Adrian Monk: I can't.
Natalie: Yes, you can. You can rally. Hey, Mitch was a football player. Players got injured all the time. He always said, "the great ones play hurt." Mr. Monk, I can't do this without you. Just sit in the car. It'll just take an hour.
Adrian Monk: [coughs] I can't.
Natalie: Well, I'm going. A man was killed, and he was here. I have to do something.
Adrian Monk: No, no. Natalie. Natalie, you can't go. You can't just leave. Vaporizer one is empty. I'm almost out of ice. You have to do your job.
Natalie: I'm sorry, Mr. Monk. I can't. I'm too busy doing your job.

Reggie Dennison: Hi. Can I help you?
Natalie: Sorry to bother you. I hope this isn't a bad time.
Reggie Dennison: Uh, as a matter of fact, I'm sort of in the middle of something. [Natalie notices his bruised thumb] Why? What is all this about?
Natalie: Really sorry to bother you. I live a few blocks away.
Reggie Dennison: Yeah. I've seen you around.
Natalie: Yeah. It's about my cat snowflake. She's run away.
Reggie Dennison: Your cat. Do you have a picture?
Natalie: No, see, that's the thing. She's new. So... Thanks anyway. Sorry to bother you.
Reggie Dennison: Hold on. You know what? I did find a cat. This morning. She was scratching my front door. She's down in the basement. Come on in.
Natalie: No, it's probably not her. What color is it?
Reggie Dennison: White.
Natalie: See, it can't be her. Snowflake's black.
Reggie Dennison: Snowflake is black?
Natalie: Thanks anyway. You really should put some ice on that thumb.

Lieutenant Disher: [on the phone] He had a what?
Natalie: A bruise on his thumb. I remember the guy that delivered Julie's pizza had the same bruise. He tried to get me in his house.
Lieutenant Disher: Maybe he likes you. Maybe he finds you attractive. Stranger things have happened.
Natalie: No, he wanted to kill me. I can tell. Can't you get a search warrant?
Lieutenant Disher: No, not based on this. I mean, the guy's got a nice house, right? And he's got some money? Why would he kill a pizza delivery guy?
Natalie: I don't know.
Lieutenant Disher: Even if he did kill him, why would he drive across town and deliver Julie's pizza to her? It doesn't make sense.
Natalie: Well, can't you at least come down here and talk to him?
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, I can be there in two hours.
Natalie: No, no! He could be gone by then. Where's the captain?
Lieutenant Disher: He's working on the case. Not your case, the other case. The big case.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Um, we know that she was seeing somebody. He might be married. You can tell by her credit card records that they went on a trip together in February. They went to Oakley, Idaho. February 10th, for two weeks.
Adrian Monk: He's not married.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He's not married?
Adrian Monk: No.
Captain Stottlemeyer: How do you know that? [Monk blows his nose] Monk, how do you know he's not married?
Adrian Monk: Ugh. Well, they were there on Valentine's day. If he was married, he would've stayed home.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yep, you're right.
Adrian Monk: I need a baggie. They're in the drawer.

Adrian Monk: [on the phone, unaware Dennison has picked up Natalie's phone] Natalie. Natalie, here's what happened. This lawyer, Dennison, was having an affair with Judge Garr. She came to his house last night. And at some point they decided to order a pizza. Somehow things turned ugly. Maybe they had a fight. We'll probably never know what it was about. But he killed her. He killed her in that bathroom. But the delivery guy Julio must have seen the attack or heard something. And he tried to help her. He died trying to save her. Natalie, I'm gonna need those cough drops. Not the menthol. You, you, you know the kind. Anyway, Dennison had a problem. The pizzeria knew Julio's route. And Dennison knew that if Julio just disappeared, the cops would focus on him. They'd poke around. They'd ask a lot of questions. So he needed somebody else to be the last person who saw Julio alive. He decided to deliver one more pizza as Julio, to divert attention from himself. You were right, Natalie. Julio didn't deliver that pizza. The man who killed him did. He was smart, but he made two mistakes. Big mistakes. One, that blood you found on the bathroom light switch. If that's the judge's blood, and I think it is, he's going to jail for life. But even without that blood, we can still convict him. Mistake number two, his fingerprints are all over that pizza box he delivered. It's at the recycling dump. I'm sure they can find it if they have to. They just collected it this morning. [phone beeps] Oh, that's my other line, hold on. [switches line]
Natalie: Mr. Monk.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, Natalie, I'll call you back. I'm on the other line.
Natalie: Don't- [switches line] Where was I? Natalie? Natalie? Are you okay?
Reggie Dennison: Say one word to anybody, she's dead. Understand?