Adrian Monk: I just forgot it.
Agent Stone: Forgot what?
Adrian Monk: Everything about the guy. It's a blank. Hold on. Okay, I got it back. Wait, it's gone again. Okay, it's back.
Agent Stone: Adrian, look, I've run dozens of agents undercover. The end of the day, it's all about attitude.
Adrian Monk: Attitude.
Agent Stone: You gotta sell it. You gotta believe that you're Frankie DePalma. Right, you walk through a door, you don't just walk through it. You stride. You swagger. You're at the table, you own the table. OK, you are the toughest son of a bitch in the room, and everybody knows it.
Adrian Monk: Like the refrigerator delivery man.
Agent Stone: Right. Okay, from this moment on, Adrian Monk, he doesn't exist. Right. You're Frankie DePalma. You're a killing machine. Yeah, that's it.