Adrian Monk: It's says, "Driver: Jack Monk, Sr."
Jack Monk: Oh, boy.
Adrian Monk: Is there a Jack Junior?
Jack Monk: Your brother.
Adrian Monk: I have a brother.
Jack Monk: It's another brother. It's a big day for you. A lot to digest.
Adrian Monk: My other brother. And he's Jack Junior?
Jack Monk: If it makes you feel any better, I left his mother too.
Adrian Monk: Why would that make me feel any better?
Jack Monk: I don't know. He lives in Baltimore. He's 31. He's an orthopedic surgeon. Very well respected. He's famous. He wants me to come live with him. I said, "What am I gonna do? Sit on the porch and pet a dog all day long until I drop dead?" Not for me.
Adrian Monk: He looks happy.
Jack Monk: Yeah, that was his birthday. He was eight.
Adrian Monk: That's a nice bike.
Jack Monk: That was his big gift. That's me, teaching him how to ride. Hey, I got an idea. Why don't we buy a bike? Come on, let's do it. I'll pull over and teach you how to ride. It's never too late.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, it is.