Max Hudson: Yeah, seriously, though. Are- Are you married? Because that's a woman I would love to meet. [sexual groaning sound effects]
Adrian Monk: I was married. Her name was Trudy. She died. She was murdered. It was a car bomb.
Max Hudson: Aw, man, that sucks.
J.J. the Joke Machine: Oh, man. That sucks. May she rest in peace.
Max Hudson: Well, rest in pieces. I mean, at least my wife was buried in a coffin. What was Trudy buried in, a bunch of little snack bags?
Natalie: Let me in there!
Little Willie Karelli: Whoa, whoa, Max, take it easy.
Max Hudson: Seriously. You should have called me in. I could've helped you with the case. I'm great with jigsaw puzzles.
Adrian Monk: Are you joking about Trudy?
Max Hudson: "Adrian, I'm wanna use the car now. Go for a drive. What's this button do?" [mimics explosion] I bet you need a whole buncha wipes that day, huh? Hey, by the way, you know the last thing that went through your wife's mind-- the steering wheel.
[Monk jumps onto the table and lunges at Max Hudson]
Natalie: No, Mr. Monk! Mr. Monk! Mr. Monk!
Max Hudson: Thanks for stopping by, Adrian. Come by anytime. Be right back.