Monk, Season 4

[Rufus pulls up to the MacMillan Museum in a van and hops out with some tulips]

Inspector St. Clare:
Excuse me! Any suspects, yet?

Rufus:
I wouldn't know. I'm just delivering flowers.

Inspector St. Clare:
No you're not. You're a private detective, like me.

Rufus:
[scoffs] Me, a detective? That's uh, very funny by the way! I can't wait to tell the guys-

Inspector St. Clare:
Look, you're selling it to me! That satellite dish on your roof, the number on the side - "555" - obviously a fake. Now conclusion number 1: you're after the Alexander Diamond. Conclusion number 2: you haven't got a prayer. :[Dirk, a motorcycle rider, wheels in and parks his motorcycle in a handicap space]

Rufus:
Excuse me! That's a handicap spot!

Dirk:
It's okay. I'm psychotic. Is this where they stole the rock?

Inspector St. Clare:
You judging me?

Dirk:
Not anymore.