Sheriff Rollins: Sheriff's department! Drop that weapon. I'm not askin' twice! That's a good boy. Now, with your foot, slide the gun away, nice and easy. You're doin' good. Kiss the floor.
Adrian Monk: Uh, see... That's something, if you knew me... Kissing the floor.
Sheriff Rollins: You know, I'd really love to chat with you, pal. I would. Right now, I need you face down on the floor. This is Rollins, 247 Marshall. Get everybody down here. I need crime scene unit and a meat wagon. Suspect is in custody. You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Lieutenant Disher: Hello? Hello? Natalie? It's Randy. You know, your front door was open.
Natalie: [o.s.] Do you wanna take a bath?
Lieutenant Disher: Bath? No, thanks. Hey, you greet all your guests that way? I'm surprised you're not a lot more popular. Well, so, Rollins figures Monk is heading back here. He thinks he's gonna try and get in contact with you. So, I'm supposed to be staking out the place. You haven't heard from him, have you?
Natalie: No.
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, I didn't think so. You know, I tried to tell Rollins Monk is too smart to come back here. But nobody listens to me.

Natalie: Mitch's uniform. It's all that I had.
Adrian Monk: No, I can't wear that.
Natalie: Mr. Monk. He'd want you to.
Adrian Monk: No, I mean it's all dusty.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, you were wearing a hobo's trench coat.
Adrian Monk: Okay.

Warehouse Supervisor: Normally, we don't let people poke around back here. Especially now we had a break-in last week.
Adrian Monk: Really?
Warehouse Supervisor: A guy got shot.
Adrian Monk: No kidding.
Warehouse Supervisor: Right over there. It was like the O.K. Corral. Why don't you look around. You see anything you like, talk to me. I'll take care of you. Aim high, fly high. Am I right?
Adrian Monk: Ab- Absolutely. Aiming and flying. That's what we do. Maybe- Maybe I will just take a look around then.

Captain Stottlemeyer: [answers phone] Stottlemeyer.
Adrian Monk: Leland, it's me.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, thank God. Are you okay?
Adrian Monk: Leland, I know who set me up. It was that Sheriff.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Rollins? Why?
Adrian Monk: I don't know why. I can't figure that out. But I know how.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Okay, okay, how? How is good. Let's start with how.
Adrian Monk: Okay, I had some orange juice in my refrigerator.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Okay.
Adrian Monk: Somebody drank from it. I thought it was Natalie.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk, we haven't got a lot of time here.
Adrian Monk: I'm talking about Rollins. It was him. He's always drinking juice. I heard him talking about it. Leland, here's what happened. He broke into my house the day before the shooting.
Captain Stottlemeyer: And raided your refrigerator?
Adrian Monk: That's right. Then he drank some orange juice. About four ounces. Then he found my handgun.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He switched guns?
Adrian Monk: Not the whole gun, just the barrel. My gun's a Lane & Westing.
Captain Stottlemeyer: The barrels are interchangeable.
Adrian Monk: Right, he used the six-fingered man's prints and the note to lure me to the sculpture garden. He was hiding there, about 50 feet behind me. He waited for me to pull my gun, and then he took the shot. He told me to lie on the ground face down. That's probably when he did it.
Captain Stottlemeyer: He switched them back. So when the lab said the bullet came from your gun...
Adrian Monk: They were right. It was my gun. Atl east part of it.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Okay, can you prove it? Do you have anything else?
Adrian Monk: Okay. Leland, are you sitting down? I have a plastic tab from a juice container.
Captain Stottlemeyer: D- Do you have any fingerprints?
Adrian Monk: Fingerprints? No. No. That's not enough, is it?
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, it's not enough!

Lieutenant Disher: [on the phone] Yeah, here they come. Yeah, I'll let you know. Thank you, Doctor.
Natalie: Who was that?
Lieutenant Disher: Nobody.
Natalie: You just said, "Thank you, Doctor."
Lieutenant Disher: No, I didn't.
Captain Stottlemeyer: It was Dr. Kroger. The crime scene boys found something inside that might upset you. That's why we called.
Lieutenant Disher: We figured you might want to talk to him, so he said he'd stay up and wait for you.
Natalie: Did somebody die?
Adrian Monk: Somebody we know?
Lieutenant Disher: It's not homicide.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Nobody was hurt. It's a straight-up burglary. Monk, it's pretty intense. If you don't think you can handle it, maybe you should just go home.
Adrian Monk: I understand. [walks away]

Adrian Monk: Were you drinking from this?
Natalie: No.
Adrian Monk: It's lighter than it was yesterday. About four ounces.

Natalie: Mr. Monk, are you okay? You still thinking about that dream? To see her, it must have been awful.
Adrian Monk: Then I wake up... And she's gone again. After all these years, to be so close. Natalie, I can feel it. I can just feel it. It's right in front of me! "To force heaven, mars shall have a new angel. To force heaven, mars shall have a new angel." Why can't I see it? Why can't- [starts erasing]
Natalie: Wha- What?
Adrian Monk: "To force heaven."
Natalie: You did it, didn't you? Oh, my God, you figured it out! I gotta call the captain. Everybody's gonna wanna help.
Adrian Monk: No. No, no! No. False alarm. No. No, I thought I had Something, but it's just a false alarm.
Natalie: You'll get it. You always do.

Adrian Monk: "247" "Marshall Avenue." "Angel."

Man: Right on time. Did you bring it? The money. Do you got it or not? Don't screw with me, man. I held up my end. I just got back from Riverton. It's all set up. We're good to go. Hell. Jesus, stay right there. Who the hell are you?
Adrian Monk: You dropped this. At the store.
Man: What the hell are you talkin' about?
Adrian Monk: I said stay back! I mean it! Wait a minute. I know you. You're the cop with the...
Adrian Monk: With the what?
Man: The wife.