Adrian Monk: I think if you put-
Rastafarian Cook: Do you love me?
Adrian Monk: No, no, I-
Rastafarian Cook: Then don't be touchin' me!
Sharona: [to Monk] Please, please. Stand here. Please? [to the cook] Hey, hey. You've been in rehab, right?
Rastafarian Cook: How did you know?
Sharona: I'm a nurse. I can see the track marks. So you know about addiction, right? Okay. Well, my boss has a jones for neatness, okay?
Adrian Monk: It's my jones.
Sharona: And he needs a fix real bad.
Rastafarian Cook: You talkin' about my hair?
Sharona: You know what it's like.
Rastafarian Cook: It's the worst feeling in the world. Sorry, brother. [tucks in braid of hair]
Adrian Monk: Thank you, brother.
Rastafarian Cook: [goes to shake Monk's hand] Not like that. Like this. [does a "dap" handshake]
Adrian Monk: Can you get a wipe? I think we're almost done.