Captain Stottlemeyer: I'll have the usual. And, uh, one for my grandson here. He's celebrating. He just made captain.
Bartender: You got it.
Lieutenant Disher: Scotch?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yep. Single malt. One shot. We drink this down, watch the fish swim around, and we go home and go to sleep.
Gully: Mickey, I got this one.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Do I know you?
Gully: You do now. [hands over credit card] Whatever they want, keep 'em coming.
Bartender: Yes, sir, Mr. Monk.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Mr. Monk?
Lieutenant Disher: We got a friend named Monk.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yes, we do.
Gully: What are the odds of that? You guys like to gamble?