Adrian Monk: Oh, Jack, there is something wrong here. Look, a whole trailer for six boxes?
Jack Monk: What are you looking for?
Adrian Monk: I don't know. Drugs maybe.
Jack Monk: Drugs?
Adrian Monk: Or guns, weapons.
Jack Monk: That's impossible.
Adrian Monk: Well, at least it would explain what's going on here. Your boss, this Glaser. I think- I think he's using you.
Jack Monk: For what?
Adrian Monk: I don't know. But you did say he used to be an orphan here. I was just upstairs. I checked with the administrator. There's no record of him.
Jack Monk: You're checking up on my boss? What if he hears about it, h uh? What are you trying to do here?
Adrian Monk: My job. This is what I do. And I'm good at it. I know when something feels wrong. Look at this. Look. Shampoo, dog food, Q-tips, Das Kapital by Karl...
Jack Monk: Put everything back in here, please. You're gonna get me fired. Get it all back in.
Adrian Monk: Jack, think about it. Think about it. He's making you drive 5,000 miles on back roads, zigzagging back and forth to deliver this? All this junk? It doesn't make any sense.
Jack Monk: You want to know what doesn't make any sense, huh? You want to know what doesn't?! This is the first day we've been together in... in 40 years. Are you trying to help me? No. You are trying to sabotage me! I'm 68 years old! You understand that? And nobody's gonna hire me. I need this job! You're impossible. You've always been impossible. And your brother and your mother too. Now I remember why I left.
Adrian Monk: What did you say?
Jack Monk: Next time I bring Jack Junior. Get the job done properly. You coming? I gotta get out of here.