Adrian Monk: She's always with me. Every time I close my eyes. She's always 34 years old. She's always wearing the same dress. And she's always so...
Dr. Kroger: Adrian? I have something to say. It's been four years since you lost Trudy. That- That's a long time.
Adrian Monk: It is?
Dr. Kroger: Yeah. Have you ever considered dating again?
Adrian Monk: No. I've thought about thinking about it.

Adrian Monk: We used to come here all the time.
Monica Waters: You and your wife?
Adrian Monk: Yeah, it's so different. That blackboard was over there, and I think the salt and pepper shakers are new.
Monica Waters: Is that it?
Adrian Monk: Yeah, that- That's it.
Monica Waters: You don't like change, do you?
Adrian Monk: I have no problem with change. I just don't like to be there when it happens.

Adrian Monk: Oh, my God! Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Sharona: What? What's wrong?
Adrian Monk: It's perfect. It's immaculate. You see, it's divided into different sections gardening, automotive. You made little labels so that you always know where everything goes.
Monica Waters: My husband was very organized, so I guess it kind of rubbed off.
Adrian Monk: Hold it! Hold it. May I? [straightens tennis racket] That's got it. May I say something? If I ever have a garage, I want it to look just like this.

Adrian Monk: Excuse me. I wonder, could I get separate plates for the potatoes and the vegetables?
Waitress: You want them all on separate plates?
Adrian Monk: Please.
Waitress: Okay.
Monica Waters: You don't like your food to touch?
Adrian Monk: I believe most people don't like their food to touch. They just don't have the guts to admit it.
Monica Waters: And I bet you bring your own silverware.
Adrian Monk: No. Please. I'm not a fanatic. [wipes fork with napkin]

Adrian Monk: That guy owns a security company. He could've picked any lock in that office but he broke a window.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, this guy is not stupid. He knows we know he can pick a lock. He tried to throw us a curveball.
Adrian Monk: It doesn't make any sense.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Does everything have to make sense, Monk?
Adrian Monk: Well, yeah, it kinda does.

Adrian Monk: It's inconceivable. I can't think about anything life, other people until I find out who murdered her. [searches his shoe]
Dr. Kroger: Adrian? Adrian?
Adrian Monk: Oh, it's a pebble or something. It's been driving me crazy all day.
Dr. Kroger: W-Would you say that Trudy was the perfect woman?
Adrian Monk: You know that phrase "my better half'? I never really thought about it much until she died. She was my better half. I love that phrase. My better half. My better half. Ah, yes, there it is.
Dr. Kroger: That's it?
Adrian Monk: Sensitive feet.

Monica Waters: Well, is there anything else?
Adrian Monk: No. No, not not really.
Monica Waters: Okay. Well, it was very nice meeting you, Mr. Monk.
Adrian Monk: Uh... Uh, however, in the future, I might have quite a few questions.
Monica Waters: Okay, so how does that work? Should I come to your precinct?
Adrian Monk: Well, no. I don't really have an office there. We could have coffee, or or do you eat dinner?
Monica Waters: Yes, l-I've been known to eat dinner.
Adrian Monk: [to Sharona] Do I eat dinner?
Sharona: Yeah, you eat dinner.
Adrian Monk: We both eat dinner.
Monica Waters: Then it's a date. [walks away]
Sharona: "It's a date"?

Adrian Monk: First aid kit and toothbrush. Backup toothbrushes. Backup bristles for the backup toothbrushes.
Sharona: I am not coming to get you in the middle of the night.
Adrian Monk: You won't have to get me. I'm not a child, Sharona. I can't find my P.J.'s. [Sharona tosses him the plastic-wrapped pajamas] Gently.
Sharona: Adrian, I don't have a good feeling about her.
Adrian Monk: Underwear. Four pair should be enough.
Sharona: I think she's dangerous.
Adrian Monk: I think you're jealous.
Sharona: I am not jealous. I am scared. Three people are dead.
Adrian Monk: The only danger I'm in tonight is running out of talcum powder. Oh! Talcum powder.

Adrian Monk: Moist towelettes. You didn't have to.
Monica Waters: So you're all right, then?
Adrian Monk: Are you kidding? I may never leave. I mean, you know...
Monica Waters: Uh, the couch folds out, and there are clean sheets.
Adrian Monk: Oh, I brought my own.
Monica Waters: Adrian, I have sheets.
Adrian Monk: Well, as long as I brought my own, I might as well might as well use them.

Adrian Monk: Oh, come on, he's under the garage, isn't he?
Monica Waters: Who is?
Adrian Monk: Your ex-husband. You buried him under the garage.
Monica Waters: How could you say that?
Adrian Monk: Everybody's saying it.
Monica Waters: My husband, Derrick, is a schizophrenic. He had a complete breakdown two years ago. He's in a private institution. We've been trying to keep it a secret. He didn't want his family to know.
Adrian Monk: Oh, my God! He's in Zurich, isn't he? At the Breinnhoff Clinic?
Monica Waters: How did you know that?
Adrian Monk: It's the best hospital in the world for psychological disorders. I'd be there myself, but I don't fly.