Patrick Kloster: That's an illegal move, Mr. Monk. Something I'd expect from a much weaker player. The truth is, I have been waiting for you all night. I'd almost given up.
Adrian Monk: You were waiting for me?
Patrick Kloster: Hmm. Ever since I noticed a branch missing from an oleander bush in my garden. You don't really think that window was left unlocked by accident, do you, Mr. Monk? Mmm, breaking and entering. I believe that is a felony. Oh, don't worry. I'm not a litigious man. I prefer to settle my problems out of court, as you well know. I am replaying a match of mine from 1995. Boris Spassky was playing white. Where would we be without our little games, hey, Mr. Monk? 64 perfect little squares. An island of order in a chaotic world. This is where I beat him, right there.
Adrian Monk: This is a wedding gift. You dedicated one of your books to "My queen Tatiana." You were married before?
Patrick Kloster: Very good, Mr. Monk.
Adrian Monk: Divorced?
Patrick Kloster: My wife died.
Adrian Monk: She must have been quite ill.
Patrick Kloster: Yes, she was.
Adrian Monk: Let me guess, heart attack?