Monk Quote
[The police station is swarming with activity. A detective drops a box on Stottlemeyer's desk as Stottlemeyer talks on the phone]
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: No-no-no-no, no toche la muneca["Do not touch the doll"], you understand me? Do not touch la muneca! Don't touch anything! [he listens] Look, we'll have an officer there in 20 minutes! [He hangs up and turns to Monk] I told the Mayor not to go public; now we've got fifty copycats out there, half the town is getting voodoo dolls in the mail and all of them want a squad car in their driveway!
Adrian Monk: Yeah but these are the four; the only four that count. [He walks over to a bulletin board containing photos (from left to right) of Natalie, Martha Murphy, Robert Boyd, and Ralph Farris, with each person's respective doll being placed underneath their head shot] The same wrapping paper, same handwriting. That's strange: he doesn't write the address on the boxes. He uses these labels. [He scans the address labels]
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: It's the damndest thing, huh?
Adrian Monk: What about the victims? Is there any connection?
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: No. No, the FBI's been running their names all day. There's no connection, oh and here's some more bad news: our primary suspect - our only suspect - is not gonna fly. [He removes from the board a photograph of Reverend Jorgensen]
Adrian Monk: Hmmm, the guy who was selling all the dolls?
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: Reverend Jorgensen. He's got an alibi for all three victims.
Adrian Monk: And now Natalie.
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: And now Natalie. How's she doing?
Adrian Monk: Uh, scared to death. I just talked to Randy; she hasn't gotten off the couch all day. Now he says she's wearing one of
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: No-no-no-no, no toche la muneca["Do not touch the doll"], you understand me? Do not touch la muneca! Don't touch anything! [he listens] Look, we'll have an officer there in 20 minutes! [He hangs up and turns to Monk] I told the Mayor not to go public; now we've got fifty copycats out there, half the town is getting voodoo dolls in the mail and all of them want a squad car in their driveway!
Adrian Monk: Yeah but these are the four; the only four that count. [He walks over to a bulletin board containing photos (from left to right) of Natalie, Martha Murphy, Robert Boyd, and Ralph Farris, with each person's respective doll being placed underneath their head shot] The same wrapping paper, same handwriting. That's strange: he doesn't write the address on the boxes. He uses these labels. [He scans the address labels]
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: It's the damndest thing, huh?
Adrian Monk: What about the victims? Is there any connection?
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: No. No, the FBI's been running their names all day. There's no connection, oh and here's some more bad news: our primary suspect - our only suspect - is not gonna fly. [He removes from the board a photograph of Reverend Jorgensen]
Adrian Monk: Hmmm, the guy who was selling all the dolls?
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: Reverend Jorgensen. He's got an alibi for all three victims.
Adrian Monk: And now Natalie.
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: And now Natalie. How's she doing?
Adrian Monk: Uh, scared to death. I just talked to Randy; she hasn't gotten off the couch all day. Now he says she's wearing one of
TV Show: Monk
