Adrian Monk: So you're not quitting?
Dr. Kroger: Right now, I don't know if it really matters. We're in big trouble here, aren't we?
Adrian Monk: Yeah.
Dr. Kroger: I'm never going to see my family again. My son...
Adrian Monk: I'm sorry.
Dr. Kroger: Do you think anyone will ever find us?
Adrian Monk: I don't see how. Nobody in the world has any idea where we are.
[meanwhile, in a car following the truck:]
Harold Krenshaw: Don't worry, Dr. K, I'm coming. I got your back.

Clarissa Krenshaw: Oh, honey, look at this. It's from Evel Knievel.
Harold Krenshaw: I- I still can't find my glasses.
Clarissa Krenshaw: Okay, I'll read it. It says "Harold, you are the man. P.S. Next time, check your damn parachute." [all laugh]
Harold Krenshaw: Oh, oh. Evel. What a character.

Journalist: Jimmy, how do you feel? Are you proud of your dad?
Jimmy Krenshaw: I am now. I used to be kind of embarrassed. I could hear him downstairs, crying and cursing all night. But now I know what he was really doing. Planning his next big stunt. I love you, Dad.
Harold Krenshaw: I love you, too.

Clarissa Krenshaw: Oh, Harold, your cousin joey's here.
Joey Krenshaw: Harry. How are you feeling, cuz?
Harold Krenshaw: Fine.
Joey Krenshaw: Uncle Ronnie couldn't make it. He's not doing too well.
Harold Krenshaw: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know.
Journalist: Who's uncle Ronnie?
Joey Krenshaw: Last of the original Krenshaws. He owns a dude ranch in Nevada. About a thousand acres. Me and Harry used to go down every summer.
Journalist: What was Harold like as a kid?
Joey Krenshaw: This guy? He was indestructible, and that's a fact. Me and uncle Ronnie used to throw him off the roof, then down the stairs, then off the dock. Remember?
Harold Krenshaw: Yeah.
Joey Krenshaw: Yeah, me and uncle Ronnie was just goofing off, but for Harold, I guess it was practice!

Harold Krenshaw: Listen, Joey, I gotta tell you something. I- You gotta promise not to tell anyone. I'm not the Frisco Fly.
Joey Krenshaw: Oh. I gotta tell you something. [pulls out gun] I know.

Joey Krenshaw: Come on, buddy. It's not as bad as it seems. All right, daredevil. Let's go wave to the people. We need some witnesses.
Harold Krenshaw: Uh, I can't.
Joey Krenshaw: Do it! [crowd cheers] Sorry about this, cuz. Uncle Ronnie said he's gonna leave everything to you and me. As you remember, I never was very good at sharing. Oh, a little extra. Last time, I don't think I used quite enough.

Harold Krenshaw: So let's get started. Maria Schecter is joining us. She'll be acting as Eileen's proxy. I see you're well prepared.
Maria Schecter: Yes, this is her journal, so I know what she was thinking, and how she would want me to vote. Adrian Monk even underlined all the important stuff, and even made little arrows.
Harold Krenshaw: How nice for you.
Harold Krenshaw: Well, let's get right to it. We have some old business. Resolution 12-B. We will be voting yet again on whether to preserve or demolish the parking garage on Somerset avenue. By a show of hands, all those in favor of demolishing the garage, and replacing it with a beautiful, long-overdue neighborhood playground and park. [three councilors, including Harold, raise their hands] Three. All those opposed to the children's playground.
[After three people, but not Maria, raise their hands, Monk uses his pinky finger to signal for Maria to raise her hand.]

Rhonda: I just don't understand. Why would Augie jump? He didn't seem that depressed.
Harold Krenshaw: Maybe he saw a ladybug. Or a firefly.
Adrian Monk: He didn't jump.
Rhonda: The newspapers said-
Adrian Monk: I know what they said. The police withheld some information. The truth is we still don't know the exact cause of death.
Dr. Bell: Oh?
Adrian Monk: I think Augie was murdered. I think someone tied him up and dragged him to that roof.
Rhonda: Oh, my God!
Harold Krenshaw: Dr. Bell, I don't know what to feel. Tell me what to feel.
Dr. Bell: I think we should all feel confused.
Harold Krenshaw: Confused, I can do that.

Dr. Bell: All right, let's not get carried away here. It's just a theory.
Harold Krenshaw: It was him. It was Monk!
Adrian Monk: Excuse me?
Harold Krenshaw: He hates us. I heard him yesterday talking at the supermarket. He hates all of us.
Adrian Monk: I didn't say that, exactly.
Harold Krenshaw: And he said you were boring. He said that he hated all your stories, which, in my opinion, are the highlights of every session.
Adrian Monk: That's not what I meant, Doc.
Dr. Bell: That's all right, Adrian. I admit that I happen, on occasion, to ramble on. I get carried away occasionally. That's all.