Ambrose Monk: Maybe I'll see you, uh, next week.
Adrian Monk: I don't think so. Take care of yourself.
Ambrose Monk: I love you.
Adrian Monk: Don't say that. Don't you say that. I'm no expert, but I know that people who love each other who care about each other don't go seven years without calling. Especially when I needed you most after Trudy.
Ambrose Monk: You think I didn't c-call because I didn't care?
Adrian Monk: Then why? What happened to you?
Ambrose Monk: Do you know why Trudy was in that parking garage on the day she died?
Adrian Monk: What are you saying?
Ambrose Monk: It was because of me.
Adrian Monk: You?
Ambrose Monk: She was doing me a favor. I needed cough medicine. I called her. I asked her to go...
Adrian Monk: Oh, my God.
Ambrose Monk: To the drugstore for me.
Adrian Monk: Don't do this.
Ambrose Monk: She wouldn't have been in that garage if it wasn't for me.
Adrian Monk: Oh, Ambrose.
Ambrose Monk: It was me, Adrian! It was me. It was my fault!
Adrian Monk: No, no. No, no, no.
Ambrose Monk: Adrian, it was my fault!
Adrian Monk: No, it was not your fault.