Ambrose Monk: So the pie was empty?
Adrian Monk: That's right.
Ambrose Monk: Is that it? Just gonna give up?
Adrian Monk: There's nothing else I can do.
Ambrose Monk: Well, thanks for believing me. Or at least pretending to. You going to stay?
Adrian Monk: No. I can't.
Ambrose Monk: Uh, I made... I made Dad's favorite uh, pasta primavera.
Adrian Monk: Ambrose, I- I- I have to go.
Ambrose Monk: Wait.
Adrian Monk: Sharona's waiting. He's not coming back.
Ambrose Monk: You're probably right, but just in case.