Gully: Goldfish. You know they have absolutely no memory? Every time that little fella takes a lap around that tank, it's like he's seeing it for the first time.
Adrian Monk: Bet you wish you were in there with him. You could cheat him out of all of his money, he'd never catch on.
Gully: Oh, buddy, I'm in there with him.
Adrian Monk: You're a con man.
Gully: Hey, it's 2:00 in the morning in the big city. Everyone you meet at this hour is on the grift, right? Big con, little con, everybody's playing the angles.
Adrian Monk: Yeah.
Gully: Not thirsty?
Adrian Monk: Not much of a drinker.
Gully: Yeah, me neither. I just can't think of a better way to get all this alcohol into my body. Barkeep, can I have a G&T, please? Name's Gulliver. Oh. "Gully" to my friends.