Lieutenant Disher: Captain, we got a hit. The gas can by the burned-out car. It was bought 15 days ago at a hardware store, G&G hardware in Pacifica, eight miles from the crash site.
Captain Stottlemeyer: And they don't remember who bought it. And he paid with cash.
Lieutenant Disher: Of course. No security camera. No picture. But...?
Captain Stottlemeyer: But?
Lieutenant Disher: We can I.D. The car. We got the VIN number. It was on the radiator support bracket. Guess our boy must have forgot that.
Captain Stottlemeyer: They always forget the radiator support bracket.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Hey, why don't you take off? You have a life. I can stick around.
Natalie: Nah. Julie's with my folks. I can stay.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, I hope he enjoys it while he can. Cause when he wakes up, it's back to reality. Have you seen this? The whole city's gone ga-ga over Harold Krenshaw. [Monk wakes up] Hey, how you feelin'?
Adrian Monk: "After years of thrilling the public and eluding authorities, the Frisco Fly's true identity, mild-mannered loan officer Harold Krenshaw, school board member, a real-life spider-man."
Captain Stottlemeyer: He's not Spider-man. Spider-man goes around helping people.
Natalie: Yeah. You're Spider-man.
Adrian Monk: Where are my shoelaces?
Natalie: Uh...
Captain Stottlemeyer: Dr. Kroger thought that-
Adrian Monk: Yeah. Okay, I get it.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, I gotta go with you. I won't look.
Adrian Monk: That doesn't mean anything. I'm not gonna look either.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Okay. You're gonna leave the door open.
Adrian Monk: Leave the door open? Have we met?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, I am just looking out for you. You're not going in there alone.
Adrian Monk: Then I'm not going.

Natalie: Well, this is ridiculous. You can't hold it in forever.
Adrian Monk: I think I can.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Then so can I.
Adrian Monk: My record is nine days.

Captain Stottlemeyer: How are you doing?
Adrian Monk: I feel good. Never better. How are you doing?
Captain Stottlemeyer: I'm okay. Don't you worry about me. You know, I'm pretty well acquainted with all seven of the deadly sins, and I'd have to say that envy is the granddaddy sin. That's the one that causes all the real problems out there.
Adrian Monk: What are you trying to say?
Captain Stottlemeyer: I'm talking about you and Krenshaw. You comparing yourself to him, wanting what he has. What good is that doing you?

Captain Stottlemeyer: Randy?
Lieutenant Disher: The landlord let me in, so we're legal. But don't touch anything.
Adrian Monk: Okay, I won't touch anything.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Where'd you find this?
Lieutenant Disher: Under the bed. Check this out. Look at this. A parachute, bright yellow. That's his trademark.
Adrian Monk: Whose trademark?
Lieutenant Disher: I think the guy who lived here was the Frisco Fly.
Natalie: The real Frisco Fly.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, where is he?
Lieutenant Disher: He's dead. Or at least I think he is. Remember the burned-out car? I tracked the VIN number. This guy owned it. I think he was our driver. His name's, uh, Victor Grajna. I checked with immigration. Guess what he did back in Hungary?
Adrian Monk: Circus performer.
Lieutenant Disher: Acrobat.

Captain Stottlemeyer: What do you got?
Adrian Monk: Coit Tower, Golden Gate Bridge, Pacific Electric Building.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Reconnaissance photos. Before he climbed them.
Adrian Monk: Wait a second. If this guy, Victor Grajna, was the real Frisco Fly, what... What was Harold Krenshaw doing on that roof? And how did he get into that costume?
Lieutenant Disher: You okay?
Natalie: Poison oak, that day in the woods.
Adrian Monk: Poison oak?
Natalie: I didn't want to tell you. It's not contagious.
[Monk flashes back to Joe Krenshaw scratching his leg in Harold's hospital room]
Adrian Monk: This is... This is wonderful! I know what happened! Harold Krenshaw isn't the Frisco Fly. He was never the Frisco Fly. Wait, it gets better. Somebody is trying to kill him.
Captain Stottlemeyer: And shouldn't we do something about that?
Adrian Monk: Eh.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I'll call it in.

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.

Captain Stottlemeyer: You two stay here. Randy, get some back-up. Call hospital security. We're locking down this building.
Lieutenant Disher: [over radio] This is Disher. We got a possible 312. Subject could be wearing a parachute and goggles.
Natalie: What?
Adrian Monk: I don't think they'd go outside. It's too risky. Harold's famous now. He'd be recognized.
Natalie: The roof.
Adrian Monk: The roof.

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.