Chuck Byrn: Now this is fascinating. You keep your socks in Baggies.
Adrian Monk: I really don't think it's that unusual.
Chuck Byrn: You don't think it's that unusual? Really. Maybe we could ask around. Does anyone else here keep their socks in Baggies? No. Sorry, Adrian. I think you're a freak. [Monk starts to walk away] Whoa. Not so fast, Adrian. Not so fast. You don't leave a slot machine when it's paying off, my friend. All right? So, you brought your own soap to the hotel.
Adrian Monk: That's right.
Chuck Byrn: I guess because the hotel soap, that that just wouldn't be clean? Towels. Did you bring your own towels?
Adrian Monk: Yes.
Chuck Byrn: Sheets? - Pillowcases?
Adrian Monk: Of course.
Chuck Byrn: Of course, yeah. You realize most people show up at hotels, they show up so they can steal that crap? [Monk starts picking at the microphone] What are- What are you doing? What are you doing?
Adrian Monk: Just- There was a little fuzz on it, a little lint.
Chuck Byrn: Yeah, but that's my lint. You can't take my lint. That's my lint. That's my area. That's where- That's where I keep my lint. That's my safe lint spot. You really want to pull it off of there, don't you? It's breaking you up inside, isn't it? Ah.
Sharona: Adrian, forget the fuzz. Forget it.
Chuck Byrn: Whoa. [Monk grabs the fuzz] There he goes, folks. He's got his lint, huh? How about a big hand for him? How proud you must be. You've got lint!