Natalie: He's the guy.
Adrian Monk: Who's- Who's the guy? Hodges?
Natalie: I don't know. There's something about him.
Adrian Monk: Another hunch?
Natalie: Well, we should at least check him out.
Adrian Monk: Why would he kill Extra Large? He had no motive. None! Extra Large was his meal ticket.
Natalie: I don't know.
Adrian Monk: The limo driver's out of intensive care. We can talk to him tomorrow. Maybe he saw something.

Adrian Monk: That was close.
Natalie: Are you okay?
Adrian Monk: But he seemed to take it pretty well, didn't you think?
Natalie: Take what well?
Adrian Monk: When I turned down the case. When I said I was too busy.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, you said yes. You took the case. [Monk looks back in confusion] He wrote you a check. It's right there.
Adrian Monk: [chuckles] Natalie, there's nothing in my hand.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, it's right here. You said yes. You gave him your word. You said you had his back.

Snake da Assassin: We've been asking around, and street's been saying you're some kind of super cop.
Adrian Monk: Well, I guess if other people say it, it's not really bragging. You feelin' me there, Silent? He's feelin' me.