Max Barton: Invite me to what?
Adrian Monk: I don't know if you're hungry. We, uh, just did some shopping, and we have plenty of food.
Max Barton: You made me a sandwich, Monk? You think that's gonna put things right?
Adrian Monk: We have chips.
Max Barton: Admit it, Monk. You're not here for me, you're here for yourself. The pain, the guilt, it's- It's crushing you. Am I right? Yeah, you wanna hear those three magic words, "I forgive you." Well. You want me to give you absolution? You want me to release you?
Adrian Monk: Please.
Max Barton: Sorry, detective. It's not my job. Why don't you go talk to a priest?