Lieutenant Disher: So, uh, what, he leaves the house like twice a week now?
Sharona: What kind of question is that, hmm? He leaves the house all the time. He's not disabled. He just gets a little anxious about...
Lieutenant Disher: Every single thing.
Sharona: Well, you know, the fact is we're getting offers from all over the country every day. I had to disconnect my phone. It was driving me crazy.
Lieutenant Disher: Sure.

Sharona: Do we know what we're doing?
Adrian Monk: Relax. I've been handling refrigerators since I was 15.
Sharona: No. I'm talkin' about the case. The former commissioner isn't just another suspect, Adrian. He is connected. He is the man, and you better be sure about this.
Adrian Monk: I'm as sure as I can be without any, you know, proof.

Sharona: You really think he forced his wife off the road?
Adrian Monk: Yep.
Sharona: Any idea how?
Adrian Monk: Unless I'm crazy, he put something on the road that sent her over the side. Now, that was the easy part. The hard part came later.
Sharona: What's that?
Adrian Monk: Getting that loony tune, Dolly Flint, to find the body. That's the real mystery here.

Dolly Flint: Mm-hmm. The Chariot. You are a very restless soul. Oh. Now this is interesting. The Knight of Pentacles.
Sharona: Is that good?
Dolly Flint: Well, it confirms what I felt earlier romance. You know anyone with a British accent?
Sharona: No.
Dolly Flint: You will very soon.
Sharona: A British accent, huh? He's not gonna look like that, is he?
Dolly Flint: [laughs] No, I don't think so. No, he's gonna be tall, and his name is Derek... David.
Adrian Monk: Congratulations. I'm sure you'll both be deliriously happy.

Benjy: What is he doing?
Sharona: I don't know. Did you finish all your math?
Benjy: You have a weird job.
Sharona: Benjy, just finish the math.

Adrian Monk: I found this this piece of gravel in the tire of your car. And, uh, it matches the gravel outside the psychic's house. Can you explain that?
Harry Ashcombe: Are they unique?
Adrian Monk: Oh. Yes, very.
Harry Ashcombe: I don't have to explain it. Can you explain it?
Adrian Monk: Not yet.
Sharona: You know, it's no big deal, sir. We were just curious about the gravel. Uh, Adrian, I think we better go. We're gonna be late.
Harry Ashcombe: You'd better listen to her, Monk. You're in my way.
Adrian Monk: That's right. I am.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Hey, Monk. Monk, I've been looking for you.
Adrian Monk: How did you know we were here?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Sharona's kid told me. I have a message for you. Benjy wants to have a sleepover at Drew Cunningham's house.
Sharona: Are his parents gonna be home?
Captain Stottlemeyer: I don't know.
Sharona: Did he call from Drew's?
Captain Stottlemeyer: I have no idea.

Adrian Monk: Where did you park?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Where did I park? I parked up top. Monk, I told you not to talk to him. The man just buried his wife.
Adrian Monk: Why didn't you take the service road? It comes all the way down.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I couldn't find it. The last time I was here, I had a driver, okay? Couldn't find it.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, neither could we.
Captain Stottlemeyer: So what?
Adrian Monk: Dolly Flint found it. She'd never been here before, and she found it. Before dawn? How is that possible?
Captain Stottlemeyer: She's psychic. A little bird told her. I don't know.

Adrian Monk: He had muddy boots in his closet.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I have muddy boots in my closet. Look, I knew you were crazy, but I didn't know you were suicidal. Did you accuse Harry Ashcombe of murder to his face?
Adrian Monk: Not in so many words.
Captain Stottlemeyer: [laughs] Well, there goes your career.
Adrian Monk: What career?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Exactly. And you wonder why you're not wearing a badge.

Adrian Monk: Here's what happened. Ashcombe did his wife, but he had a problem. There was a mud slide that night. The car was buried. He couldn't collect a dime until they found her. What could he do? He couldn't just say, "Maybe we should dig over there." Somebody else had to find her.
Captain Stottlemeyer: So he paid Dolly Flint?
Adrian Monk: Too dangerous. She'd never keep her mouth shut. Ashcombe arranged for her to find the body.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Right. But how did he do that?
Adrian Monk: I think I know.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Can you prove it?
Adrian Monk: Only if you help me.