Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, according to Mr. Colbert, he was here 5:00 PM last Sunday, collecting bottles. He found the fireman's coat in the dumpster.
Adrian Monk: Five o'clock, that's just three hours after Rusty was killed.
Lieutenant Disher: He also said he found a fireman's helmet, which he gave to a couple of kids.
Adrian Monk: He kills a man for a fireman's coat, he throws it away a couple hours later. That makes no sense.
Natalie: Ooh, rats.
Adrian Monk: Oh, God, I'm glad I didn't see that. Natalie.
Natalie: What?
Adrian Monk: Natalie, I'm glad I didn't see that.
Natalie: Yeah.
Adrian Monk: This is- It's an alley, right? It must be pretty filthy.
Natalie: Yeah, It's disgusting.
Adrian Monk: I'd probably hate this place.
Natalie: Oh, Mr. Monk, you wouldn't last five minutes here. There's cockroaches...
Captain Stottlemeyer: There's a dead cat right over there.
Adrian Monk: Natalie, it doesn't bother me. Nothing bothers me. It's great. I can't see anything. I don't see any of it. This could really work for me.

Captain Stottlemeyer: So, how's it look, Doc?
Dr. Jackman: Well, okay. The liquid that hit him was a mixture of detergent and muriatic acid. Both of his corneas have been scarred. And there is nerve damage.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Which means what, exactly?
Dr. Jackman: It's hard to say. Sometimes the tissue grows back by itself. And sometimes it doesn't.
Natalie: Ssh. It's okay, Mr. Monk. He's afraid of the dark.
Dr. Jackman: Well, he might have to get used to it. At least for a while.

Lieutenant Disher: I won!
Shana: Lieutenant, this isn't a competition.
Lieutenant Disher: I know, but if it was a competition, I would've been the winner.
Shana: There's a trick you can teach your friend. If you stick your finger over the edge of the cup, it won't overflow.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Ms. Stein, you've never met Adrian Monk. He's not gonna be sticking his fingers in any cups. He'd sooner die of thirst. The thing is, this guy is really fragile to begin with. I just don't see how he's gonna be able to function at all.
Shana: Then it's up to you to make him function. Get him back to work. That's the best medicine.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Back to work?

Adrian Monk: And then this man entered from over there. And he walked around the truck slowly, like he was trying not to be noticed.
Lieutenant Disher: Monk, Lieutenant Randy Disher. I'm speaking to you again.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Randy, you don't need to tell the man that you're speaking to him.
Lieutenant Disher: Yes, sir. Okay, you know who this is, and you know I'm speaking to you.

Adrian Monk: Wait. Wait a second.
Natalie: What?
Adrian Monk: Wait a minute.
Natalie: What is it?
Adrian Monk: There's a coat missing here.
Captain Stottlemeyer: A coat?
Adrian Monk: There were six coats hanging right here.
Capt. Stockton: He's right. There's one missing.
Detective: He came in to steal a coat? He's willing to kill for it?
Captain Stottlemeyer: It doesn't make any sense to me either, but it's something. We find that coat, we find a guy.
Natalie: See, you're amazing.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk. Hey, I like the cane. You look kind of dapper.
Natalie: You say you found the guy?
Captain Stottlemeyer: We found a guy. He's the right height. He doesn't have an alibi, and he was wearing the missing coat.
Natalie: Did his shoes squeak?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Don't know. He was barefoot when we picked him up. But that doesn't matter, because we don't need shoes. Because I've got and eyewitness.
Adrian Monk: So to speak.

Captain Stottlemeyer: This must be it.
Adrian Monk: Describe it.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Oh, you know, Monk. It's the Tenderloin, Monk. We're right in the heart of wino land. We're standing in an alley behind a bar, in front of a standard-issue dumpster. Probably about three cubic yards. It is filled with garbage. Broken bottles, cardboard boxes.

Lieutenant Disher: Monk, Randy Disher speaking. I'm opening my notebook. I can't find my- I can't find my notebook. I'm checking my pockets. Patting my pockets. Oh, found the notebook. Opening notebook.

Captain Stottlemeyer: I hate this neighborhood. I was stuck here for three hours Sunday. The house that burned down was just around the corner.
Adrian Monk: Hold on. Hold on. The fire on Sunday was- was- was right here in this very neighborhood?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah. The woman was killed. She fell asleep smoking a cigarette in front of the TV.
Adrian Monk: I don't think so. No, no. There has to be a connection between that fire and what happened to Rusty. Okay, let's go. Come on, people. Come on. We got a case to solve.
Natalie: Wait. Dead cat on your left.

Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, do you want some gloves?
Adrian Monk: Don't need 'em. Out of sight, out of mind.