Natalie: Well, maybe somebody injected him with something, like a needle.
Lieutenant Disher: No, I was there, I would've seen that. A blow dart, you know, a poison dart.
Captain Stottlemeyer: And what happened to the dart? It would have been sticking in his neck.
Lieutenant Disher: Not necessarily. There could have been a long, elastic wire attached to the blow dart. They're called Dartarangs.
T.K. Jensen: How do you know they're called Dartarangs?
Lieutenant Disher: 'cause they're probably called it. Or at least that's what they should be called.
Captain Stottlemeyer: [whispers] Just nod your head and say maybe.
T.K. Jensen: Maybe.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Interesting, Randy. Interesting.

Adrian Monk: A self-cleaning vacuum. Do I wake or do I dream?
Natalie: I don't know, Mr. Monk.

Captain Stottlemeyer: I know she's been trying to throw you a party. And, she's going to.
Adrian Monk: No.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Oh, she's gonna get you.
Natalie: I'm gonna get you.
Captain Stottlemeyer: But this is a murder victim's place of residence. Do you honestly think that she would do it here?
Adrian Monk: No, I don't. And that is precisely why I do. And because I do, I don't. So yes, I do.