Lt. Plato: If it's any consolation, your friend showed great courage. After he was run over, he crawled inch by inch through the mud and garbage trying to get help.
Sharona: He crawled through what?
Lt. Plato: Mud and garbage.
Sharona: He's not dead.
Capt. Alameda: Pardon me?
Sharona: It's not him!
Capt. Alameda: Senorita, your friend is gone.
Sharona: It's not him. Maybe it's the guy that stole our suitcases?
Lt. Plato: How can you be sure?
Sharona: Adrian Monk would die before he'd crawl through mud and garbage.
Capt. Alameda: But he was dying.
Sharona: You don't understand.

Captain Stottlemeyer: In a way, given what he had to deal with, he was the bravest man I've ever known. I measured everything I did against him. He was my yardstick. I never told him that.
Lieutenant Disher: I'm sure he knew, sir.
Captain Stottlemeyer: [chuckles] I'm sure he did. The son of a bitch knew everything. I want a full-dress funeral. I want the governor there. I want the entire department there with black armbands and white gloves.
Lieutenant Disher: Sir, Monk wasn't on active duty. We can't go full dress.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Adrian Monk is to be buried with honors or I quit. I'm gonna tell you something, Randy, and I'm not ashamed to admit this. I loved that man. [answers phone] This is Stottlemeyer. Yes. I understand. [to Randy] I hate that man. [hangs up] I hate that man!

Sharona: We made it. Welcome to Mexico.
Adrian Monk: What are those?
Sharona: Earplugs.
Adrian Monk: You- You've had them in the whole trip?
Sharona: Since Los Angeles.
Adrian Monk: You haven't heard a word I've said.
Sharona: No.
Adrian Monk: I- I've been talking the whole time.
Sharona: Did you say anything important?
Adrian Monk: No.