Oates: Son of a gun. You solved the case. You figured all that out just now? I can't quite get a handle on you, son. One minute, you're handcuffing yourself to a piece of farm machinery, sobbing like a schoolgirl. The next minute, you're putting all the little pieces together like Sherlock Holmes. Which is the real Adrian Monk?
Adrian Monk: I like to think that a man is made up of many different-
Oates: I think it's the schoolgirl.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, you're probably right.