Adrian Monk: Here. How about this? I'll pat myself down.
Guard: You're gonna pat yourself down?
Adrian Monk: I'm an honest man. I'm an ex-cop. You can trust me.
Guard: You're an ex-cop?
[Monk starts patting himself down. He pauses briefly to see the unimpressed reaction of the guard. As he resumes, he feels something in his own pocket]
Adrian Monk: Wait. Wait, wait. What's this? Oh, hey, hold on a second. What is this? Nail clippers? Where do I think I'm goin' with these? Can't bring that in here. I'll get these back when I leave.
Sharona: [to the guard] Thank you.
Adrian Monk: Thank you.

Captain Stottlemeyer: I think you're right, but that still leaves us with the big question: Why would anybody bother to spike a condemned prisoner's last meal?
Adrian Monk: His last meal?
Warden Christie: He was scheduled to be executed at midnight.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What do you think?
Adrian Monk: I think I'm out of here. I'm going home.
Sharona: Adrian!
Adrian Monk: I'm not sure it matters who killed this guy. He was gonna die in 45 minutes anyway. Sharona, I hate this place. I-I-I can't breathe in here. It's like... It's like a prison.
Sharona: It is a prison!

Nazi Inmate #1: I haven't beaten up a white boy in a long time.
Nazi Inmate #2: It'll come back to you. It's like ridin' a bike.
Adrian Monk: Excuse me. Excuse me. [reorients the inmate's Swastika pin] You'll thank me later.
Nazi Inmate #1: This is gonna be fun.
Adrian Monk: Okay, but before the fun, you might wanna return Spyder Rudner's watch.
Nazi Inmate #1: What?
Adrian Monk: The watch you stole from his cell. Uh, you can either give it to Spyder, or you can give it to me, or you can give it to Spyder.
Nazi Inmate #1: [hands over watch] You're gonna wish you were never born.
Adrian Monk: Oh, I'm way ahead of you.

Dale Biederbeck: Adrian Monk, as I live and breathe.
Adrian Monk: Dale the Whale.
Dale Biederbeck: Hey, come in. The door's open. Apparently, they don't consider me much of an escape risk. Hey, hey, hey! Wipe your feet. They just cleaned my carpet.
Adrian Monk: You're looking well.
Dale Biederbeck: Oh, you smooth talker. Oh! You brought the irrepressible Sharona Fleming. Uh, are you guys hungry? Would you like an egg roll? It's not the best, but it's the only one that delivers. Okay, hit me. Ah. [spits out egg roll] You slut. It's cold. Nuke it!
Adrian Monk: It seems prison agrees with you, Dale.
Dale Biederbeck: Well, and why wouldn't it? After all, I've been inside this prison all of my life.
Adrian Monk: That's very poetic.
Dale Biederbeck: Well, of course, it doesn't compare with the prison you built for yourself.

Dale Biederbeck: You help me, I'll help you. One hand washes the other. Now, there's a metaphor I know you can relate to. As you know, a man was murdered in here last night. Soon, the police, who are not as imaginative as you, will begin to focus on me. I had a motive. The young man owed me $1,200.
Adrian Monk: You wouldn't kill anyone for $1,200.
Dale Biederbeck: Well, you know that, but they don't. They've already questioned me twice. Here's my problem. As you can see, I have, uh, become accustomed to a certain standard of living in here. And until this case is solved, things are gonna be very difficult for me. For example, they were supposed to install a window in that wall, right there, so I could watch the sun set. I assume the sun still sets every evening. Adrian Monk, I want my window! Get me my window.
Adrian Monk: How?
Dale Biederbeck: Stay here. Solve the case.
Sharona: Forget about it. We're not gonna work for you, and we never will. Right? Right?
Adrian Monk: In exchange for what?
Dale Biederbeck: What you want, Adrian. What you need information. You solve this murder, and I tell you everything I know about the man who killed your wife.

Spyder Rudner: What happened to my bed?
Adrian Monk: Uh, I...
Spyder Rudner: Have you been touching my stuff?
Adrian Monk: No, no, no. Maybe a little. I-I just... Your sheets were all piled.
Spyder Rudner: You are a dead man! I am gonna gut you like a fish!
Adrian Monk: Are you... Are you looking for your shiv? Are you looking for your shiv? I moved it.
Spyder Rudner: You what?
Adrian Monk: It's in the book, in the binding. It- It- It- It's a better place to hide it.
Spyder Rudner: What'd you do to it?
Adrian Monk: I- I retaped it. I- I- I sharpened it.
Spyder Rudner: You sharpened my shiv. You made my bed. What are you in here for?
Adrian Monk: Embezzlement. I'm doin' a nickel.
Spyder Rudner: What's a "nickel"?
Adrian Monk: It means "five years." It's prison talk.
Spyder Rudner: No, it ain't.
Adrian Monk: It is in Lompoc.

Man: Hey, yo. Little help?
Adrian Monk: Uh... [looks at basketball]
Man: Yo. You got a problem?
Adrian Monk: Uh, I-I can't.
Man: What do you mean, you can't? Pick up the ball, homey. Are you dissin' me?
Adrian Monk: No, no, no, I'm not I'm not dissin' you. I'm- I'm giving you your props.
Man #2: Man, he clownin' you, man.
Adrian Monk: Props are good.

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.