Lieutenant Disher: It looks like it's an inside job. Security tapes are missing, and the store gets re-supplied the first Tuesday of every month.
Captain Stottlemeyer: And that was yesterday, so he was plugged in somehow. We're putting together some names, going back ten years, everybody that's ever worked here.
Adrian Monk: You don't have to go back ten years. The manager only worked here for a year. The killer wore a ski mask, ergo, the killer was afraid he'd be recognized, ergo, the killer must have worked here recently.
Lieutenant Disher: "Ergo" the killer? What's that, Hungarian?
Captain Stottlemeyer: His name isn't "Ergo," Randy.

Dr. Bell: You're a lucky man. [off Monk's silence] Adrian? Talk to me. Come on.
Adrian Monk: What's the catch?
Dr. Bell: With what?
Adrian Monk: With Marge. What do you suppose she's after?
Dr. Bell: All right, Adrian-
Adrian Monk: Every time somebody wants to be my friend, it turns out they're after something. They have an angle.
Dr. Bell: No, not necessarily.
Adrian Monk: How could somebody- How could anybody love me unconditionally? I mean, come on. You've met me.
Dr. Bell: Adrian, I know you've been burned in the past, but you have to trust people. See, there's not always a catch.
Adrian Monk: Then how do you explain this? There's always a catch.

Marge Johnson: Morning. Is that thing broken again?
Adrian Monk: I don't know.
Marge Johnson: That light is always breaking down. I've called the traffic bureau about it twice. They don't listen to me. To them, I'm just a crazy old coot.
Adrian Monk: Well, I'm gonna give it another half-hour.
Marge Johnson: Nonsense. We're crossing this street.
Adrian Monk: It says, "Don't walk."
Marge Johnson: Oh, it's just a rule. There's nobody coming. Hey, be a pirate. It's fun to be a pirate.
Adrian Monk: Pirate?
Marge Johnson: Come on. [takes Monk's arm and walks him across the road] There. Now, wasn't that fun?