Captain Stottlemeyer: Hey hey, Picasso! Hey, look at you. You're really into it. I mean, you're really into it.
Lieutenant Disher: Who is that, Jimmy Buffet?
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, that's Miss Piggy, right?
Lieutenant Disher: Looks like he's eating something.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What's the- What's that?
Natalie: It's me! And I love it.

Adrian Monk: Do you love your job?
Dr. Kroger: Do I love my job? Yeah. No, not all the time. But most of the time, yeah, I love my job. Why, what's going on?
Adrian Monk: I just came from court. They convicted that David Grisham.
Dr. Kroger: Yeah, right. I remember him. He strangled his wife. Well, congratulations.
Adrian Monk: It used to make me feel great. But today, all I could think was, so what? This creep's going away. There's ten other creeps out there ready to take his place. What good am I doing?
Dr. Kroger: I'm sure the families of the victim appreciate your work, and the people of San Francisco.
Adrian Monk: Uh, blah, blah, blah...

Natalie: A hobby? I think that's a great idea.
Adrian Monk: I'm sure you do.
Natalie: What about collecting rocks? You love rocks.
Adrian Monk: Dr. Kroger says Rocks don't count. It has to be creative. I'm supposed to be expressing myself.
Natalie: All right, why don't you write a book, like a novel?
Adrian Monk: About what?
Natalie: I don't know.
Adrian Monk: Well, what would it be called? I mean, who would be in it? Would they say? Would the other people say?
Natalie: Okay, forget about the novel.

Adrian Monk: God.
Natalie: You all right?
Adrian Monk: Why are people always killing people in places like this?
Natalie: I don't know, Mr. Monk. But I'll see what I can do.

Adrian Monk: What was he doing here, Mr. Wentworth? What do you think he was after?
Bennie Wentworth: I don't know. Maybe he needed a carburetor. People need carburetors.
Adrian Monk: He's wearing a $2,000 suit. And those are Italian shoes. I think he could afford a carburetor.
Bennie Wentworth: Maybe he stole the suit. That's possible, isn't it? Maybe he stole the shoes! Maybe he was on a spree!
Adrian Monk: Suit, shoes, and a carburetor. What kind of spree is that?
Bennie Wentworth: I don't know. An eclectic spree.

Natalie: Do you have any enemies?
Bennie Wentworth: None that I can think of. Except for this guy, the bicycle thief. Ten bucks.
Lieutenant Disher: No.
Bennie Wentworth: Okay, five bucks. Final offer.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Randy, give him five bucks.
Lieutenant Disher: Fine.

Adrian Monk: I wonder what happened to his partner.
Captain Stottlemeyer: What partner?
Adrian Monk: It's a dirt road out there. There's very little dust on his shoes. Somebody must have dropped him off. Maybe they took off when they heard the gunshots.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Secure the road. Tell the crime scene techs to check for tire tracks.
Lieutenant Disher: Yes, sir.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Randy. Your bike.

Natalie: Hey, Mr. Monk. How about painting?
Adrian Monk: Painting?
Natalie: As a hobby. I bet you'd love it. You're a very visual person.
Adrian Monk: I am?
Bennie Wentworth: You're a painter? I got everything you need right here. I just picked these up. I got a whole starting kit, good as new. I'll throw in these canvases! The whole shebang. $50.
Adrian Monk: I don't know. Painting. I don't think it's for me.
Natalie: I'll pay for it.
Adrian Monk: Okay.

Natalie: You're supposed to mix the colors.
Adrian Monk: I can't.
Natalie: Okay. Don't mix the colors. What are you doing?
Adrian Monk: Washing the brush. I got paint on it.
Natalie: No, there's supposed to be paint.

Natalie: This feels familiar.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Monk! Miss Teeger. Welcome back. Bet you never thought you'd see this place again.
Adrian Monk: It's like a bad dream.
Captain Stottlemeyer: It is, isn't it?