Warden Christie: Miss Fleming, what the hell's going on?
Sharona: It's all about him.
Warden Christie: Lambert Lawson?
Sharona: Yes, yes. Lambert Lawson was suing the author of this book for millions of dollars.
Warden Christie: So what?
Sharona: So now that he's dead, the lawsuit's gonna be thrown out.
Warden Christie: What the hell does a dead billionaire have to do with one of my prisoners being poisoned?
Sharona: Everything, everything. Lambert Lawson died because he needed a kidney transplant. He was AB-negative with a "D" antigen. It's the rarest blood type in the world. Guess who had the same blood type?
Warden Christie: Ray Kaspo.

Warden Christie: So Lawson was waiting for Ray Kaspo's kidney?
Sharona: Right, right. Meanwhile, J.T. DeMornay, who wrote this book, wanted Lawson dead.
Warden Christie: DeMornay. Do I know him?
Sharona: You know his mother Sylvia.
Warden Christie: The reading lady?
Sharona: Yep. She used her maiden name when she applied here. Here, read the dedication.
Warden Christie: "For my mother, Sylvia, who makes all things possible."
Sharona: She came here to kill Ray Kaspo. She paid Tucker the cook to spike his last meal with enough poison to destroy his organs.
Warden Christie: Wouldn't a lethal injection have ruined the kidneys anyway?
Sharona: No, no. The injection attacks the nervous system, not the organs. By destroying that kidney, she murdered Lawson to protect her son.

Sharona: Adrian! Adrian!
Adrian Monk: Sharona.
Sharona: Are you okay?
Adrian Monk: I figured out why Mrs. Fairbourn...
Sharona: No, no. I know, I know. I just did the whole summation.

Sharona: What did Ray Kaspo do?
Lieutenant Disher: Six years ago, he shot a gas station attendant in a robbery.
Sharona: Well, maybe the victim's family did it for revenge.
Adrian Monk: No, no. That letter is from the victim's family. They say they forgive him that they're praying for him.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, maybe they lied.
Adrian Monk: No. Their name is Lapp. They're from Strasburg, Pennsylvania. They're Mennonite.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Pacifists. They don't believe in violence.

Adrian Monk: What is it you want, Dale? You said it was important.
Dale Biederbeck: Well, there's the Adrian Monk we know and love. Your fear is huge, but your curiosity is huger. I wanna make you an offer.
Sharona: Oh, please, drop dead.
Dale Biederbeck: Well, you'd think I would have by now, wouldn't you?
Sharona: Please, let's get out of here. Come on.

Sharona: You really think Dale the Whale's gonna help you? He hates you. You're the reason why he's in here.
Adrian Monk: I have nothing to lose and everything to gain. This is about Trudy now. I need you to help me focus.

Adrian Monk: I think if you put-
Rastafarian Cook: Do you love me?
Adrian Monk: No, no, I-
Rastafarian Cook: Then don't be touchin' me!
Sharona: [to Monk] Please, please. Stand here. Please? [to the cook] Hey, hey. You've been in rehab, right?
Rastafarian Cook: How did you know?
Sharona: I'm a nurse. I can see the track marks. So you know about addiction, right? Okay. Well, my boss has a jones for neatness, okay?
Adrian Monk: It's my jones.
Sharona: And he needs a fix real bad.
Rastafarian Cook: You talkin' about my hair?
Sharona: You know what it's like.
Rastafarian Cook: It's the worst feeling in the world. Sorry, brother. [tucks in braid of hair]
Adrian Monk: Thank you, brother.
Rastafarian Cook: [goes to shake Monk's hand] Not like that. Like this. [does a "dap" handshake]
Adrian Monk: Can you get a wipe? I think we're almost done.

Adrian Monk: Mrs. Fairbourn, you- you said you had some information for me?
Sylvia Fairbourn: Yes. I heard you were in here asking about Ray Kaspo. I don't know if it means anything, but he was in here a week ago, and I heard him talking to another inmate.
Adrian Monk: What were they talking about?
Sylvia Fairbourn: Well, Mr. Kaspo said that before he was injected, he intended to tell the world about what happened in Calgary.
Sharona: In Calgary?
Sylvia Fairbourn: Yes. And the other inmate said, "I'll see you in hell first."
Adrian Monk: Who was the other inmate?
Sylvia Fairbourn: His name is, uh, Darnell Rudner, and I believe they call him...
Adrian Monk: Spyder.
Sharona: Who's Spyder Rudner?

Warden Christie: I already talked to your captain. He said it's up to you. You'll have to sign this release.
Adrian Monk: I'll sign whatever you want.
Sharona: Adrian, he's killed four people.
Warden Christie: That we know of. Spyder Rudner is evil personified.
Sharona: Oh, my God. His first arrest was in the seventh grade.
Warden Christie: Are you sure you want to go undercover as an inmate?
Adrian Monk: There's no other way. If he knows I'm a cop, he'll never talk to me.
Warden Christie: If Spyder Rudner knows you're a cop, he'll kill you. He may kill you anyway just because it's Wednesday.

Warden Christie: Lucky for you, he's been in solitary all day, so he hasn't seen you around. You might get away with it for a day or two.
Sharona: Why was he in solitary?
[Monk starts fiddling with an item on the Warden's desk]
Warden Christie: He put a guy's head through a wall.
Sharona: Why?
Warden Christie: The guy touched his stuff.
Sharona: Adrian.
Adrian Monk: It's for Trudy.