[flashback:]
Young Monk: Where's the money, Leo?
Leo: What are you talking about, Monk? Monk the punk.
Young Monk: You took the money from the bake sale. You put it in the cake box so nobody would see you leaving with it.
Stork: Hey, they found the empty cash box, remember? It was in your girlfriend's locker.
Leo: Which was locked.
Young Monk: You framed her.
Leo: How? Tell me. She's the only one who knows the combination.
Young Monk: I don't know how. But you did it. You're the guy.
Leo: I'm the guy? I'm the guy who's about to stuff you in your own locker and lock the door.