Monk, Season 1

Monk:
[surveying a crime scene] The stove.

Lt. Gitomer:
Over here. It's in the kitchen.

Monk:
No... I mean my stove. I-I think I left it on.

Sharona:
It's okay. I, uh, checked it as we were leaving.

Monk:
Are you sure? Did you turn the knob?

Sharona:
Yeah.

Monk:
The little knob, though?

Sharona:
I turned all the knobs. The stove is off, Adrian.

Lt. Gitomer:
We believe it was a burglary gone sour. She walked in, she surprised him, he panicked, he left there from the kitchen.

Monk:
No. No. No, no. No. No. This-This was no burglary.

Lt. Gitomer:
It wasn't?

Monk:
He tried to make it look like one, but this guy was cold as ice. He wore her slippers to avoid leaving shoe prints - not something your neighborhood crackhead is prone to do.

Sharona:
Adrian. Adrian. [she claps her hands to try to get Monk's attention]

Monk:
[looking at the closet] He was in here. He was waiting.

Lt. Gitomer:
Waiting for what?

Monk:
You know, for her. He was here at least an hour. He was smoking. You can still smell it on the curtains. [sniffs the curtains] Menthols. Salems. Possibly Newports.

Lt. Gitomer:
Maybe she was the smoker.

Monk:
No. No, she was a Dutch Calvinist. They don't smoke. They consider their bodies to be a holy - a holy chalice of - [turns to Sharona] I'm sorry. I'm having trouble concentrating, because I think I smell gas. Did you hear the click? You gotta hear the click, not just feel the click. Hear it. [to the other detectives]