Lenny Barlowe: Uncle Jimmy's furious, okay? He says no more excuses. He wants the old man dead tonight. We're sick and tired of waiting for his funeral, you know?
Adrian Monk: Tonight, no. No, sorry. Tonight's no good. Here's the thing. I made other plans. I'm whacking somebody else in Pasadena later. I've already bought the bullet, so...
Lenny Barlowe: Jimmy said if you don't do it or you can't do it, then I get the gig. So what's it gonna be, you want the job or not? [Monk nods] Then let's get this done. We we're gonna have to go out through the basement. I saw some guy in the lobby. He didn't look right to me. I think he might be a cop. We'll take my car.
Adrian Monk: It's okay. You stay here. I'll take care of the old man. I'll whack him, I'll call you when it's over.
Lenny Barlowe: No, no, no. Jimmy wants me to go along. He insisted actually. Looks like we're gonna be a team.