Dr. Kroger: All right, what's this all about, Adrian? Come on. Let's have it. [Monk hands him a newspaper cutting in a baggie] Ah, police announce hiring freeze.
Adrian Monk: A hiring freeze for the next four years. By then I'll be too old to be reinstated. So that's it. I'll never be a cop again.
Dr. Kroger: All right, Adrian, I am truly sorry. I know how much reinstatement means to you.
Adrian Monk: Only everything. It's my reason for living, that's all. What do I do now?
Dr. Kroger: I think you go back to what you've been doing. Consulting.
Adrian Monk: For how long? I haven't had a new client in weeks. The department hasn't renewed my contract.
Dr. Kroger: You know, Adrian, I think this is an opportunity for you to make a decision, a very important decision. Now, you can let this news completely depress you-
Adrian Monk: Okay. Thank you.

Bobby Davenport: Now, now. He's a good man.
Peggy Davenport: You know, that poor boy. He's been through so much. I mean, you heard what happened with his parents. It's the most incredible story. They died within ten minutes of each other.
Adrian Monk: Within ten minutes?
Peggy Davenport: Yeah, it was about a year ago. Ralph and Camilla, that's Paul's stepmother, were driving home, and they were in his little sports car. That one he brought over from England.
Bobby Davenport: It was a Morgan, a beautiful machine. Ralph collected antique cars.
Peggy Davenport: Yeah, well, anyway, they never made it home. It was about 8:30 at night. And they were coming around that dangerous curve at the end of Sweeney Road. The one with the big rock.
Adrian Monk: I think we passed it when we were coming up. Isn't there a sign that says slow down?
Peggy Davenport: Obviously Ralph ignored that because the police said he had to be doing at least 80.
Bobby Davenport: Let's say that this is the car. All right? Now, this is Ralph, and this is Camilla. Now, they come speeding around that curve. They hit the guard rail. And Camilla wasn't wearing a seat belt, goes flying and Hits her head on the big rock.
Peggy Davenport: Honey, don't use the pate.
Bobby Davenport: That is not pate, darling. That is the big rock. And then Ralph calls 911 on his cell.
Peggy Davenport: Oh, it gets worse. He had a heart attack right there on the phone.
Bobby Davenport: While he's calling for help.
Adrian Monk: So the road curves to the right. And she was thrown from the car?
Bobby Davenport: Yeah, like this.
Adrian Monk: But if it was a Morgan, a British car, then then she would have been sitting on the left. So how did she hit the rock?

Natalie: You know what else? I remember driving with Mr. Buchanan. He was the pokiest driver in the world. We used to tease him about it. He would not start the car unless you fastened your seatbelts. You wanna check it out?
Adrian Monk: Ah, it's probably nothing.
Natalie: No, let's check it out.
Adrian Monk: Natalie, it doesn't matter. I'm not a detective anymore.
Natalie: Daddy, give me your wallet.
Bobby Davenport: Uh-oh.
Natalie: Brings back memories, doesn't it?
Bobby Davenport: Yes.
Natalie: Okay. Here you go. I am hiring you. We are checking it out.

Adrian Monk: Well, this section of the guard rail is new. It must have happened right here. Car was heading west. It went off the road here.
Natalie: So you were right. She couldn't have hit that rock.
Adrian Monk: Well, it's hard to tell without seeing the police report. Maybe the car flipped over. Maybe it spun around.
Natalie: No, I think he did it. I think he killed his parents.
Adrian Monk: Wow. You really don't like this guy, do you? What did he ever do to you?
Natalie: You really wanna know?
Adrian Monk: No.

Natalie: I'm gonna call my parents and tell them we're gonna be late. Wait, there's no signal. There's no service at all.
Adrian Monk: Are you sure?
Natalie: How could Ralph Buchanan have called for help?
Adrian Monk: He couldn't. He didn't.

Adrian Monk: Wow.
Natalie: I know. I know. Wow, 14 bedrooms.
Adrian Monk: And he wanted to marry you.
Natalie: Hey, let me just tell you about Paul Buchanan. He basically stalked me for three years. All during high school he just kept on asking me out. He wouldn't take "drop dead" for an answer. The week before my senior prom, somebody mugged my boyfriend. They broke his jaw and both his legs.
Adrian Monk: 14 bedrooms?
Natalie: Mr. Monk, he beat up my boyfriend or hired some thug to do it. He thinks he can get away with anything.
Adrian Monk: Like killing his father?
Natalie: I wouldn't put it past him.

Natalie: All right, so the garage is back there. The Morgan is inside. He hasn't even bothered to fix it.
Adrian Monk: How do you know?
Natalie: My father saw it the last time he was here.
Adrian Monk: Let's take a look.
Natalie: I can't go in. I'll meet you back here in ten minutes.
Adrian Monk: What are you talking about? I'm not going in there alone. That would be like me going in some place alone.

Paul Buchanan: [carrying a rifle] Sorry to keep you waiting. This is in case the interview doesn't go well. Just joking. I was doing a little hunting. All right, so you're here from the agency. Where's your resume?
Adrian Monk: I... lost it.
Paul Buchanan: You lost your resume. Well, it doesn't bode well, does it?
Adrian Monk: No.
Paul Buchanan: What's your name?
Adrian Monk: Adrian.
Paul Buchanan: Adrian?
Adrian Monk: [sees "Moby Dick" book] Melville. Adrian Melville.

Paul Buchanan: What's with this place? I had friends over last night. The room was a mess.
Adrian Monk: While I was waiting, I sort of tidied up.
Paul Buchanan: Well, I'm impressed. Very well done, Adrian Melville.
Adrian Monk: Thank you.
Paul Buchanan: [looking at jigsaw] Did you do this?
Adrian Monk: Yeah, sorry. Sorry. I couldn't help myself.
Paul Buchanan: In 20 minutes? I've been working on this puzzle for a month.
Adrian Monk: Sorry, I'll mess it up again. I think I remember exactly how to...
Paul Buchanan: No, no, no, I got a couple of step sisters who think I never finish anything.

Paul Buchanan: Well, come on. Sit down. Tell me, Melville, who have you worked for? Anybody I know?
Adrian Monk: I don't think so. Leland Stottlemeyer, of the San Francisco Stottlemeyers. Randy Disher. Dr. Charles Kroger.
Paul Buchanan: No, I don't know them.
Adrian Monk: And Natalie Teeger.
Paul Buchanan: Natalie? Really? She grew up right down the street. I went to school with her when she was still Natalie Davenport. She had a big crush on me, wouldn't leave me alone.
Adrian Monk: Is that right?
Paul Buchanan: How does she look? Does she still have that tattoo?
Adrian Monk: She has a tattoo?
Paul Buchanan: I guess you wouldn't have seen it. Not where she put it.