Adrian Monk: Joshua Skinner's fortune was right here under our noses the whole time. "The answer is in the journals."
Dr. Waterford: Which one?
Sharona: All of 'em.
Dalton Padron: Gold paper?
Adrian Monk: Gold... ink.
Dalton Padron: Ink?
[Monk holds a sheet of the journal over the fire, before placing it in a couldron]
Adrian Monk: Joshua Skinner didn't trust banks. So he decided to hide his illegitimate fortune. He melted down the gold, mixed in a little black ink... Any amateur chemist could have done it. And then he began to write. And write and write and write and write. It was mostly nonsense, gibberish, really anything that popped into his head. He ran out of things to talk about after five pages, but he just kept on writing. The gold was hidden in plain sight, and it stayed hidden for a hundred and twenty-five years.
[Monk pours liquid gold from the couldron]
Adrian Monk: Until tonight.
Jeffrey: Wow. You figure 30 ounces of gold per journal. That's roughly $6,000 a book, that's $6 million more or less.
Sharona: Hm. Don't forget the real price. Two people died for that gold.
Dr. Waterford: Two people?
Adrian Monk: Dalton had a business partner a partner who trusted him.
Sharona: A lot of people trusted him.
Maria Disher: Dalton, is it true?
Dalton Padron: Well, what can I say, darling? That's a lot of gold. [grabs sheriff's gun]
Adrian Monk: This weekend just will not end.

Dr. Waterford: Adrian, Sharona. I'm glad you're still here. There's something that I've been meaning to say. Marriage is very hard, and it takes exceptional people to make it work. But I think you two can do it. I believe in Adrian and Sharona.
Sharona: Thanks a lot, uh, but I think you should know, we're we're not really married.
Dr. Waterford: Oh, thank God. Ha! Good. Keep it that way, huh?
Adrian Monk: Okay, we will.
Sharona: Thank you.
Adrian Monk: No problem there.