Adrian Monk: What?
Natalie: You know what. Mr. Monk, I'm so... disappointed in you.
Adrian Monk: What took you so long?

Natalie: Mr. Monk, you lied back there. About a murder case!
Adrian Monk: Oh, great. Okay, look. I'm not 100% sure it was murder. It could have been suicide. Detective Thurber agrees with me.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, I was with you. You showed me all the evidence. The- The blood on the chair, no fingerprints on the bullets.
Adrian Monk: Natalie, obviously, you don't understand. Some things are bigger than the truth.
Natalie: Like what?
Adrian Monk: Like that mountain of garbage out there! The truth is buried alive out there.

Natalie: Look at me. Seriously. I don't think that I can work for a dishonest man.
Adrian Monk: It was for the greater good. You've heard of that, right? The greater good? Turn on the news! They resume negotiations. Everybody's talking again. I am the hero here.
Natalie: You are not a hero, Mr. Monk. You are letting a killer go free so you can get your garbage picked up.
Adrian Monk: Okay, Natalie. Let me explain one more time. About the greater good.

Natalie: See? That's better, right?
Adrian Monk: No! Please, not incense. That smells worse than the garbage.
Natalie: Okay, fine, I'll put it out.
Adrian Monk: Ugh, Natalie. What am I gonna do? The whole city reeks.
Natalie: I'm starting to get used to it.
Adrian Monk: You are? Really? Then, you're gonna love hell.

Adrian Monk: All right, look, listen. I-I-I gotta get out of town. Let's just get in the car. And go somewhere upwind, please.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, I can't just leave. I have Julie here. It's a school week.
Adrian Monk: We'll take her with us. I'll teach the girl. I'll tutor the girl. She's not up to fractions, yet, is she? Listen.
Listen. It's a truck. That sounds like a garbage truck, right?
Natalie: Mr. Monk, it's not a garbage truck.
Adrian Monk: They've settled the strike. It's all over! Turn on the news. Uh. False alarm. It's a bus.

Adrian Monk: It's all his fault. Jimmy Cusack. Hate that guy. Wish he was dead.
Natalie: Don't say that.
Adrian Monk: I do. I wish he was dead.
Natalie: What if something happened to him? You'd feel terrible.
Adrian Monk: No, I wouldn't.
Natalie: Yeah, you would.
Adrian Monk: No. I wouldn't.
Natalie: Yeah, you would.

Natalie: Are you happy?
Adrian Monk: No.
Natalie: Got your wish.
Adrian Monk: Jimmy Cusack? What? Wait, what? You think I did this?
Natalie: Yeah. I think you did. With your karma! You said you wanted the guy dead.
Adrian Monk: I was joking. It's a figure of speech.
Natalie: Well, Mr. Monk, you need to be careful what you wish for. Because of his death, the union has stopped all negotiations. Nobody's talking. The strike's gonna go on for years. Good job.

Union Vice President: We've heard a lot about you, Mr. Monk. You're a great detective and from what we can tell, you're an honest man.
Second Union Official: You're on your own, right? You're not working for the cops?
Adrian Monk: I'm a private consultant.
Union Vice President: Well, good. Then, you'll be an objective voice. We wanna hire you.
Adrian Monk: Hire me?
Union Vice President: We want you to look into what happened to Jimmy Cusack.
Second Union Official: If you say it's a suicide, that'll be good enough for us. We'll go back to the bargaining table.
Adrian Monk: I'm pretty sure it was a suicide.
Union Vice President: How can you tell? Don't you have to, you know, look around? Investigate?
Adrian Monk: Yeah... That's right.

Adrian Monk: Jimmy Cusack was sitting there.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yup.
Adrian Monk: Okay. But, there was somebody else here. And they- He had his feet up. And he ate all the cashews.
Natalie: What does that mean?
Adrian Monk: He probably liked the cashews the best.

Adrian Monk: He was left-handed? He's holding the gun in his right hand.
Natalie: His left hand was bandaged.
Adrian Monk: So, he-- He probably sprained his wrist and couldn't hold the gun in his left.
Natalie: What, what?
Adrian Monk: The bullet hole and the blood spatter. He must have been sitting all the way back in this chair. How did he raise his arm? There's no room. These are the bullets from the gun. That's strange.
Natalie: What?
Adrian Monk: No fingerprints. They've been wiped clean. Why would anyone who's about to kill himself wipe the fingerprints off the bullets?
Natalie: Wait. What are you saying? It was murder?
Adrian Monk: Yeah.