Dr. Kroger: It's been three months. How are you holding up?
Adrian Monk: Well, I've made a decision.
Dr. Kroger: Good.
Adrian Monk: When she comes back, I'm not gonna pay her for the weeks she missed. I have to draw the line. I'm docking her pay.
Dr. Kroger: Adrian, Sharona is not coming back.
Adrian Monk: She'll be back. Believe me. I, I think I know her a lot better than you do.
Dr. Kroger: Didn't she sell her house?
Adrian Monk: Yes.
Dr. Kroger: And she moved back to New Jersey.
Adrian Monk: Yes.
Dr. Kroger: And she remarried her ex-husband.
Adrian Monk: I'm not sure I like where you're going here.

Dr. Kroger: Adrian, you were lucky to know her. And I know you'll always be grateful, but it's time for you to move on. You've gotta start looking for your new assistant.
Adrian Monk: Impossible.
Dr. Kroger: Yeah, well, that's what you said before you found Sharona. But, Adrian, you've got to start looking. Your new assistant is out there somewhere.
Adrian Monk: God help her.

Natalie: What do you call a guy who studies fish?
Adrian Monk: An ichthyologist.
Natalie: That's what you are.
Adrian Monk: No, I'm not.
Natalie: Yes, you are.
Adrian Monk: I really don't think I am.
Natalie: Yeah, for the next five minutes, you are. I need you to tell Julie's teacher that a marble fish can live longer than two years, okay?

Captain Stottlemeyer: Is it rare? Valuable?
Natalie: Costs about a dollar. Any pet store has a hundred of them.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I don't know.
Adrian Monk: He brought a fishing net into the house.
Natalie: And he turned on the light over the aquarium.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, does anybody have any ideas?
Lieutenant Disher: Maybe it swallowed something. Like, a diamond.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Does anybody besides Randy have any ideas?

Dr. Kroger: Adrian, Sharona is moving on with her life, and if you loved her, you'd be happy for her.
Adrian Monk: She wasn't just my assistant.
Dr. Kroger: I know.
Adrian Monk: When she found me, I was drowning. She saved my life.
Dr. Kroger: I know. I know. I was there.
Adrian Monk: You're a doctor. Can't you make her come back? What would you like me to do?
Dr. Kroger: Fly back to New Jersey and drug her, bring her back here?
Adrian Monk: No. But thank you. She's pretty smart. She'd probably escape.

Applicant #1: I've been a registered nurse for 14 years. These are my references.
Adrian Monk: Your staple's crooked.
Applicant #1: I've been voted California nurse of the year three years in a row.
Adrian Monk: Mm-hmm, yeah. What's up with this staple?

Mrs. Bowen: Mr. Monk, I'm a little confused.
Adrian Monk: Me, too.
Mrs. Bowen: See, I'm a registered nurse. And physically, you seem to be fine. Are you looking for a housekeeper?
Adrian Monk: No, what? No, no. I, I, I can clean the house. Don't worry about that. That's covered. She didn't give me any notice. I guess she was worried that I'd have a nervous breakdown or... But, but her son, Benjy, he he gave me this letter. He left me this.
Mrs. Bowen: It's in a baggie.
Adrian Monk: It's an evidence bag. Read the P.S. Did you read the P.S.?
Mrs. Bowen: Yeah, it's heartbreaking. Uh, Mr. Monk, can I be honest with you?
Adrian Monk: I wish you wouldn't.

Mrs. Bowen: I've had tons of patients like you. There is nothing wrong with you. It's all up here. It's psychological.
Adrian Monk: Right, right.
Mrs. Bowen: What you really need is a wife.
Adrian Monk: Oh, whoa. Uh, we just met. Okay? I don't even know you.
Mrs. Bowen: It's not me. I'm not proposing to you. It's a statement of fact. [takes out a cigarette]
Adrian Monk: Excuse me.
Mrs. Bowen: You gotta stop whining, you know?
Adrian Monk: There, there's no smoking.
Mrs. Bowen: Sharona moved away, wah, wah, wah. You know what? You have got to get out of the house. You gotta do something. Go bowling. You know, meet some people. That is my advice to you.
Adrian Monk: You gotta, you gotta put that out!
Mrs. Bowen: All right. Don't get all twisted up. There. It's out. And so am I. Another morning shot to hell.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, come here. Look, how's it going? I've been worried about you.
Adrian Monk: No, uh, I've been worried about me, too.
Captain Stottlemeyer: How are those interviews going? Did you find anybody?
Adrian Monk: I've narrowed it down. To nobody.
Adrian Monk: Whatever happened with your wife's niece? The one who's the nurse?
Adrian Monk: She never called me.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, I know. Um here's the thing, Monk. I love her.
Adrian Monk: I understand.

Natalie: Mitch wanted to be an astronaut. That was his dream. Three days after his plane went down, he got a registered letter from NASA. He'd been accepted into their training program.
Adrian Monk: It hurts, I know.
Natalie: Life goes on. [off Monk's look] Doesn't it?