Natalie: We promised Dr. Kroger we wouldn't leave you alone.
Adrian Monk: I am not suicidal. I just wish I was never born. There's a difference.

Natalie: Are you afraid of frogs?
Adrian Monk: I don't know. I've never been this close to one. [A frog lands on Monk's shoe] Yes. The answer is yes. Put frogs on the list. Where's the list?
Natalie: I got it. I got it. Where does it go?
Adrian Monk: Put them between possums and, uh, soccer riots. No, no, no. Uh, after after soccer riots. And before, uh, before hailstones. Yeah, so it goes...
Natalie: I got it, I got it: Soccer riots, frogs, hailstones.
Adrian Monk: At least now we know. Information really is power.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Disher told me that you put the grenade in the refrigerator.
Adrian Monk: Yeah.
Captain Stottlemeyer: And then he said you went back and opened it again. You just had to straighten something out, didn't you? I'm gonna ask the Mayor to give you a medal for what you did. And then I'm gonna ask the Mayor to take that medal back. Because you just had to open that door, didn't you?
Adrian Monk: So it's a wash?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, it's a wash.

Adrian Monk: She's now gone meatless.
Elmer Gratnik: What?
Adrian Monk: Before he was killed, the ambassador said something like "she's now gone meatless." Does that mean anything to you?
Man: Excuse me. I think you are saying "sis nav mans metelis," which is not really Latvian. It's a completely different dialect, called high Tamien, but some people speak both.
Sharona: What does it mean?
Man: That means "this is not my coat."
Adrian Monk: This is not my coat.

Dr. Scott: You said you wanted to be admitted. Your prayers have been answered, Mr. Monk. No, you can't speak or move. Don't even try. You're literally wasting your breath. I've injected 3ccs of tribusonol into your larynx. Do you have any idea what I do here every day? How many lives these hands have saved? How many lives they will save? Hundreds, thousands. That's my mission. It's why I'm here. I am the miracle man. Do you think I would let you, former-Detective Monk, or Dr. Graydon Whitcomb, or anyone stop me? Oh, by the way, I have some good news for you. I stopped that pesky nosebleed. You're welcome. I have some other news, not quite so good. You had an accident. At least, that's what your chart says. You were in a stairwell, you tripped. You suffered a concussion. Possible nerve damage, multiple fractures. Ah, it gets worse. I don't know how this happened. The name on this chart is Dale Butterworth. In four minutes, the day nurse - who is new to this floor - is going to walk in, read this chart, and administer a massive dose if intravenous tetracycline. [Monk tries to groan] Yes, I know about your allergy. Unfortunately, mistakes like this happen all the time.

[flashback:]
Younger Trudy: Excuse me. Hello. I can't find a book. This is not the Dewey Decimal System that I know and love. Do you work here?
Younger Adrian: Yes, I- Yes, I do. Uh, here's the thing. We're reorganizing. And we're- We're moving all the stacks upstairs. What are you looking for?
Younger Trudy: This is a long shot. Trevor Rosenthal's biography of Alexander Pope. Volume two.
[Monk walks over to an unorganized pile of books and returns with the biography]
Younger Trudy: How did you do that?
Younger Adrian: I saw it last week.
Younger Trudy: And you remembered?
Younger Adrian: If I see something once, I never forget it.
Younger Trudy: That sounds pretty awful. My bad memory is my salvation.
Younger Adrian: "Thus let me live, unseen, unknown. Thus unlamented, let me die..."
Younger Trudy: "Steal from the world and not a stone tell where I lie." You know Alexander Pope. So you never forget anything? For example, you're never gonna forget this? Me, us talking right now?