Benjy: Hey, Mom. You owe me an ice cream sundae. We had a bet. Mom said you wouldn't come outside even once.
Adrian Monk: Oh, ye of little faith.
Benjy: Hey, Mom, can I go Jet Skiing?
Sharona: No, it's too scary.
Benjy: No, it's not. All the other kids...
Sharona: Not for you. For Mr. Monk.
Benjy: There's nothing to do.
Sharona: Here. Here. Take a quarter, look in the telescope.
Benjy: The telescope? Big whoop.

Cheryl Fleming: You don't have to snap, honey. This is a hard time for all of us. You know, I always thought if anyone in this family ever would end up in jail, it would be you. [Benjy laughs]
Sharona: You know what? That's great. That's great. Right in front of Benjy?
Benjy: I don't mind.
Cheryl Fleming: No, you know what I'm talking about. Remember when you S-T-O-L-E the car?
Sharona: Ma, he's 11 years old. He can spell.
Benjy: S-T-O -
Sharona: Okay, you know what? You know what? Go to your room and do your homework.
Benjy: Whatever.

Benjy: This is the same headline as yesterday.
Sharona: It's the same paper, honey.
Benjy: You're reading the same newspaper?
Adrian Monk: It's part of a case we're working on. It's hard to explain.
Benjy: Is it harder than opening a car door?
Sharona: Benjy! I didn't say anything, I swear.
Benjy: I heard Mom talking to Aunt Gail. Mom says you feel threatened by her because she's stronger than you.
Sharona: Benjy!
Benjy: What? It's the truth.

Benjy: Hey. Hey. Why don't you guys arm wrestle? Yeah, then you'll know for sure.
Sharona: We're not gonna arm wrestle.
Benjy: Well, why not?
Sharona: Because he doesn't want to.
Benjy: Sure he does. He's not afraid of you. Are you, Mr. Monk?
Adrian Monk: Okay. Let's do it.
Benjy: Oh, boy. This is like Triple H versus The Undertaker.

Benjy: I can't believe she actually likes going to school. She stays up all night writing her stories.
Adrian Monk: What kind of stories?
Benjy: I don't know. She doesn't let me read them. I saw the name of one, though. "The Fatal Recipe. "
Adrian Monk: Yeah.
Benjy: I think it's a mystery.

Natalie: Okay, Mr. Monk, come on, please. I have been on call for 24 hours a day, seven days a week, and I'm exhausted. I mean, it's my first day off in what, two months? And this date, this guy-- it's important to me.
Adrian Monk: Oh, God. God.
Natalie: All right, but I mean, if you really, really want me to stay, I'll stay.
Adrian Monk: I want you to stay.
Natalie: I can't stay. Okay, I'll leave my phone on, all right? I will be back in just a couple hours. Okay, bye.