Captain Stottlemeyer: What do you see?
Adrian Monk: Oh, he's not the guy. He definitely knew his sister lived here. He was at a barbecue here two weeks ago.
Captain Stottlemeyer: But the package was mailed to the old address.
Adrian Monk: Right. And he said he tied the surfboard to the roof himself. Look at these knots. They're a mess. Crude, tangled. But the knot we saw inside, on the bomb, was a work of art.
Captain Stottlemeyer: So the feds...
Adrian Monk: Are barking up the wrong tree.

[As Monk pokes the comatose guy in the face with a pen:]
Sharona: What are you doing?
Adrian Monk: Uh, I'm just makin' sure. Oh. [drops pen under covers] Pen. [reaches under covers] Wait. I think I feel it. Oh, my God. It's leaking.
Nurse Stempel: What are you doing? Get your hands out of there.
Adrian Monk: Uh l-I, uh I dropped... I dropped something. I got it.
Nurse Stempel: I'm Mr. Babbage's private nurse. Are you people family? Even for family, there's no excuse.

Adrian Monk: Captain, listen. His sister moved two months ago. He is the only man in the world with a motive who wouldn't have known that. Also, look. Look at the knot. It's elegant. In my life, I've only seen one other knot like that.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, the bomb.
Adrian Monk: He's the guy.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, but Monk, he's been asleep since May.
Adrian Monk: I know.
Lieutenant Disher: The bomb was mailed three days ago. There's a postmark.
Adrian Monk: I don't know how he did it. But he did it.

Ricky Babbage: Hey, I was ready to settle. You ask my lawyer. My brother Brian was the one who wasn't happy.
Agent Grooms: Oh, that's classy. Blaming your brother who's in a coma.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Hey, Ricky. I got a sister. We fight all the time. There's times when I feel like I'd like to kill her. Have you ever felt like that?
Ricky Babbage: I don't know. I've never met your sister. [chuckles]

Captain Stottlemeyer: I just got kicked out of my own interrogation room.
Lieutenant Disher: You want some coffee, sir?
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, Randy. What I want is for that ATF creep to eat crow.

Agent Grooms: He's bending, but not breaking. I'll get him. About to write up my case report, uh, I'm gonna list him as my primary. I'll need you to sign off on that. Right? Be easier to get an indictment if we're all on the same page.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I'm thinking maybe it's the other brother.
Agent Grooms: Well, there's only one other brother, and he's in a coma.
Captain Stottlemeyer: That's the one. I think, uh, I think we should look into him.
Agent Grooms: He's a vegetable, Captain.
Captain Stottlemeyer: I know.
Agent Grooms: Don't you think that eliminates him as a suspect? I mean, I'm just curious. How do you think he did it?
Captain Stottlemeyer: We're still workin' on that.
Agent Grooms: Yeah. Well, good luck with that, Captain. Uh, keep me informed.

Adrian Monk: Okay, next. I know what this one is! Because it's from me. It's a rock-polishing kit. ... To clean rocks! Happy Birthday.
Sharona: What do you say?
Benjy: Thank you.
Adrian Monk: I had one when I was 12. It was so much, you know, fun. Hey! Let's use it now. I saw some great rocks out back. Let's go get 'em!
Benjy: Maybe later, Mr. Monk.
Adrian Monk: There's that look.
Sharona: Oh, it's okay.

Adrian Monk: So, how are things with Trevor?
Sharona: Great! He's really turned his life around.
Adrian Monk: Think so?
Sharona: What, you don't trust him? Mm. You don't trust anybody.
Adrian Monk: That's true. Although, I'm hardly ever wrong.
Sharona: I'm telling you. He's a different man, He's not drinking. He's got a job. I mean, people change. Not you, but other people.

Sharona: Can't you be happy for me?
Adrian Monk: I am. I'm glad. This is me, being glad. I was just telling Brian how happy Benjy seems.
Sharona: Brian who?
Adrian Monk: Brian. Babbage.
Sharona: The coma guy?
Adrian Monk: Yeah.
Sharona: He woke up?
Adrian Monk: Nah. No.
Sharona: But you were talking to him.
Adrian Monk: He's a good listener.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Okay. They pieced together enough of the package to get a postmark. It was mailed from Pacific Heights, two days ago.
Lieutenant Disher: Different post office, same type of explosive.
Adrian Monk: [shouts] Well, don't use that bathroom! It's a mess!
Sharona: You don't have to shout!
Adrian Monk: Why are you whispering?
Sharona: Residual auditory trauma from the blast. It'll clear up in a few hours.