Hank Johansen: Soft Serve! What the hell are you doing in my closet?! How long you been in there?! That's it. Now, after my operation, it's go time. In the parking lot, you and me.
Adrian Monk: Mr. Johansen, who assigned you to this room?
Hank Johansen: None of your damn business, you moron. Now, where's my wallet? What did you do with my wallet?
Adrian Monk: Sir, please! This is very important. I am investigating a homicide here.
Hank Johansen: If you touched my wallet, so help me, God, you're gonna be bleeding from more than your nose.
Adrian Monk: It was Dr. Scott, wasn't it?
Hank Johansen: As a matter of fact it was. There was a waiting list, and he had to pull a lot of strings to get me in here. [finds wallet] Oh, there it is. 12, 13, 14. Okay. You're a lucky son of a bitch.