Monk, Season 2

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Adrian Monk, old buddy, old pal, old chum.

Sharona:
"Old buddy"? What have you done with the real Captain Stottlemeyer?

Monk:
What do we have?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Mail bomb. An ounce and a half of plastique with a magnesium charge.

Lt. Disher:
There were two triggers: a chemical detonator wired to the wrapping, and a motion detector-so when you opened it and moved it, "boom".

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Not hard to make.

Lt. Disher:
Crude and unpredictable, actually.

Monk:
Who's the victim?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Amanda Babbage, thirty-five years old. She lived here alone.

Monk:
Nice house.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
It was a lot nicer two hours ago.

Monk:
[notices the ATF agents] The Feds are here?

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
Yes, up the wazoo -- Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. They're in charge, and they're not shy about saying so. Monk, if you can make me look good here, I would really appreciate it. I'd love to show these bastards up. Wouldn't hurt our careers either.