Captain Stottlemeyer: So he goes to collect the mail, including this box.
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, same as the others. Postmarked three days ago, no return address. He opens the box, sees the doll. Bob's your uncle, his heart just stops.
Captain Stottlemeyer: "Bob's your uncle"? That doesn't sound right.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, yeah. Bob was her uncle. Uncle Robert.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, right, but that doesn't matter.
Lieutenant Disher: It's a figure of speech.
Captain Stottlemeyer: A figure of whose speech? I've never heard...
Lieutenant Disher: His name is Robert.
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, I know. No, no, back up a second. I've never heard "Bob's your uncle" before.
Lieutenant Disher: Have you been to Australia?
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, I've never been to Australia.
Lieutenant Disher: Bob's your uncle, mate. Didgeridoo.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Have you been- Have you been to Australia?
Lieutenant Disher: No.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Did you, like, see a movie, like? Like, "That's a knife, mate."

Adrian Monk: How can I leave? I'm still working on the voodoo thing.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, they won't even miss you. They'll be fine.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, I have to call the captain and...
Natalie: No, no. I'll call the captain. I'll do that. You just get your coat. [picks up phone] Captain Stottlemeyer, please. Hi, it's Natalie. I'm taking Mr. Monk out of town for a couple of days. [chuckles] Yeah, I agree. He needs a break. So don't even bother calling. [laughs] Get the coat. I will, I will, as soon as we get back. Okay. All right, bye. He wants us to take a lot of pictures.
Adrian Monk: That phone's unplugged.
Natalie: Pardon me?
Adrian Monk: It's not plugged in. There's the cord.
Natalie: Are you calling me a liar?
Adrian Monk: It's not plugged in.
Natalie: So you're calling me a liar?
Adrian Monk: I don't know what to say. It's not plugged in.

Natalie: You know, it's not funny. I used to laugh about it too.
Lieutenant Disher: About what?
Natalie: Voodoo, black magic.
Adrian Monk: Wait, you can't actually believe in that stuff.
Natalie: Somebody predicted that poor woman would get hit by a baseball three days before it happened. How would you explain it?
Adrian Monk: Well, I mean... Maybe...
Lieutenant Disher: Well, wait, I got it. Well, she walked by here every day, right?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yep.
Lieutenant Disher: So maybe the killer was waiting back here behind this tree with a baseball gun.
Natalie: A baseball gun? There's no such thing.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, but there are pitching machines.
Natalie: Okay. So how would your baseball-gun killer.
Lieutenant Disher: Oh, that's a good name for him by the way.
Natalie: How would he know someone would hit a home run at exactly that moment? And what happened to the other baseball?
Captain Stottlemeyer: The other baseball.
Natalie: It's voodoo. It's real, and it kills people.

Adrian Monk: What time is it? It's not 8:00, is it?
Natalie: I have a surprise, a good surprise. It's a good thing. We're going away. We're going on vacation.
Adrian Monk: No, thank you.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, you've been working too hard. You need a break. I already made a reservation. It's a five-star resort in Santa Barbara. Five stars means immaculate. Oh, here's the brochure. We don't have to fly. It's right down the coast. And get this, your room is on the tenth floor. Room 1010, how about that?
Adrian Monk: Wait, wait. We talked about this. I don't really do vacations.
Natalie: Did I mention it's my treat? It won't cost you a nickel.
Adrian Monk: Room 1010, huh?

Captain Stottlemeyer: Hey, Monk. Thank you for coming. We caught a weird one here. I mean, this is off the charts.
Adrian Monk: What happened? What did you do here?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Oh, we rearranged the squad room. I guess I should start at the beginning. On friday, a woman named Martha Murphy was killed. She was hit by a baseball. She was power walking past the Little League field when a 12-year-old kid named Petey Cunningham knocked one over the fence and beaned her, left temple. I mean, what are the odds, right? A million to one? A billion to one, maybe.
Adrian Monk: You rearranged the squad room. Why?
Lieutenant Disher: It's supposed to be more efficient. We've, broken it down into five different units. It's actually working out pretty well.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Whatever. Listen, get this Yesterday, Martha's family flies in from Denver. They go to her house. They're gonna get Grandma's affairs in order. Guess what they found? It's the darnedest thing. In 30 years of law enforcement...
Adrian Monk: Here's what I don't understand. What was the problem with the way it was? The way it was before was the way, it's always been.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, I haven't even gotten to the voodoo stuff yet.
Natalie: Voodoo?
Adrian Monk: I mean, it's so random, isn't it? You got all these arbitrary formations and... I mean, who can work like this? It's madness.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Okay! I don't know what I was thinking. Randy, let's put it back the way it was.
Lieutenant Disher: What, you mean right now? For how long?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Until Monk dies.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Okay, how about this? She had an insurance policy with a no-suicide clause. So she had to make it look like an accident. She came here, she waited for a home run to be hit. She grabs the ball and cracks her own cranium.
Natalie: With a baseball? She fractured her cranium?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah.
Natalie: Was she that strong?
Stottlemeyer & Monk: [in unison] She exercised.
Natalie: I think voodoo's looking better and better.
Adrian Monk: Okay, let's be rational here. We live in the real world. It is governed by science, physics, laws of nature. There is always, always a non-voodoo explanation for everything.
Natalie: Except voodoo.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Reverend Jorgensen. My name is Leland Stottlemeyer.
Lieutenant Disher: So is mine. We'd like to ask you a couple of questions about your merchandise.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Uh, we're gonna be a while here. Thank you. Thank you.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: I've been talking to you guys all week, and I'm all talked out.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, that's unfortunate, because there was another incident yesterday.
Lieutenant Disher: Did you sell this doll?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Probably. Looks like mine.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, you're three for three, because all three dolls came from your shop.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Give me a break. I can't be responsible for how my dolls are used.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Did did you take out this advertisement?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: What if I did? It's no big deal.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Could be a motive.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: A motive?
Lieutenant Disher: Publicity. Seem to be pretty busy here.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: You think I killed all those people for publicity? How? How did I do that?
Captain Stottlemeyer: We don't know. We don't know yet.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Are we done here? Uh, yeah, we're done. If, you think of anything else, please, don't hesitate to call me or call Lieutenant...
Lieutenant Disher: Stottlemeyer. Lieutenant Stottlemeyer.

Lieutenant Disher: Listen, everything's gonna be fine. We're gonna put you in a safe house this afternoon.
Natalie: Randy, I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving this house again.
Lieutenant Disher: You're gonna have armed guards. It's already been scheduled, Natalie. [bites head off a gingerbread man]
Natalie: Randy, the cookie.
Lieutenant Disher: Sorry.
Natalie: Doesn't matter. I could have the whole sixth fleet guarding me.
Lieutenant Disher: Natalie, it's just a doll.
Natalie: You really don't believe in it? Witchcraft, voodoo?
Lieutenant Disher: I'm a Pisces. We're not superstitious. Where's your milk?

Natalie: How do you know this will work?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Sister, I guarantee it. You shall be cleansed. [chants]
Natalie: Can't you just fast forward and get to the end?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: No.
Adrian Monk: [coughs] What- What is that?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: It's an herb. It's called asafetida. Also known as devil's dung.
Adrian Monk: [coughs] Okay, I think we're done here. Thank you very much for coming, though.

Natalie: I don't understand. Why me?
Adrian Monk: She was afraid I was getting too close. She was trying to keep me distracted.
Natalie: Oh, because she knew how much you cared about me. She knew you'd be so worried about me, you couldn't think straight.
Adrian Monk: Well, that was her theory, yes. But don't forget, she was clinically insane.
Natalie: I'm so relieved. I've never been happier to be wrong.
Adrian Monk: About what?
Natalie: Uh, about everything. About voodoo, about Mitch and me.
Adrian Monk: Good! I'm glad. Welcome back to the real world, the world of facts and science, and rational thought.
Natalie: You missed one. [Adrian goes back and touches a parking meter] You were saying?
Adrian Monk: Facts and science. Natalie, if you let superstition rule your life, you're just avoiding any responsibility.
Natalie: You missed another one.
Adrian Monk: I did not.
Natalie: You missed it. I watched you, you missed it.
Adrian Monk: Where was I?
Natalie: Rational thought.
Adrian Monk: Exactly. Superstitions, hexes, curses, voodoo. They're all just crutches that people use when they can't cope with the...