Lieutenant Disher: Oates, Oates, would you tell Monk what you were telling me the other day?
Oates: You mean about how you're not cut out to-- No, no, no, no. Um, about Uncle Harvey.
Oates: Well, I've been working this farm for 20 years. Your uncle was a tad peculiar, especially about Nadine.
Adrian Monk: Nadine?
Lieutenant Disher: Uh, his pig. It was like his child.
Oates: Old Harvey was a character. There's no denying it. But it was just him and me up here. I knew that man better than I knew myself. I could live a thousand years before I'd believe that he tried to do himself in.