Adrian Monk: Okay, this is how we do our laundry in America. These are your whites.
Samuel Waingaya: My whites, excellent.
Adrian Monk: Your off-whites. Your off-off-white. These are the primary colors: red, yellow, green, blue, and that's indigo. Left socks, right socks. I've labeled them for you.
Samuel Waingaya: But in Nigeria, we just wash all of our socks together.
Adrian Monk: Well, I don't like to judge people, but that's wrong.
Samuel Waingaya: So you mean you separate everything? But how much is that going to cost?
Adrian Monk: Uh, $200.
Samuel Waingaya: But I've been watching the Friends on TV for years. This is not how they do it.
Adrian Monk: What friends?
Samuel Waingaya: You know, the TV show Friends. Lisa Kudrow, Jennifer Aniston...
Adrian Monk: Yeah, we don't get the African TV here.

Adrian Monk: Whoa, whoa,whoa. What, what, what, what is this? What are you doing?
Samuel Waingaya: [smoking cigarette] I'm so sorry. It's so rude of me. Please, would you like one?
Adrian Monk: No, no, no thank you. But do you- Do you have to-
Samuel Waingaya: It calms my nerves. You did say for me to make myself at home. Did I misunderstand?
Adrian Monk: Wait a minute. Hold on. Here. Breathe it into this. Okay? See? There you go. And there you are.
Samuel Waingaya: I love it. It's ingenious. What do you call it?
Adrian Monk: A smoking bag.
Samuel Waingaya: I've never heard of such a thing. Is it new?
Adrian Monk: Yes, it's brand-new.
Samuel Waingaya: This would be very popular in Nigeria.

Samuel Waingaya: Adrian Monk, just keep talking.
Adrian Monk: Here's what happened. Kenneth Nichols was driving that night. He was in this van. He called his friend John Buxton, but Buxton wasn't there. He was in Barbados on vacation. The housekeeper, Maria Fuentes, answered his cell phone. They talked for a minute. And while they were talking...
Samuel Waingaya: Ansara.
Adrian Monk: Trudy. Trudy.
Samuel Waingaya: Adrian Monk, what happened next? He hit her and kept driving. Maria overheard everything. At that point...
Samuel Waingaya: He knew too much.
Adrian Monk: He had to keep her quiet. So he kept her on the phone. He kept her talking while he drove across town.
[flashback:]
Kenneth Nichols: [on the phone] I pulled over, she's hurt pretty bad. But someone's called 911, an ambulance is on the way.
Maria Fuentes: Hold on. I have a book here. It says to keep her warm and keep her head still.
[present:]
Samuel Waingaya: Ansara. She was a flower. She was so young. She was just beginning. We are turning. What is happening now?
Adrian Monk: Now he kills us. Fine with me.
Samuel Waingaya: We must go on. Trudy, Ansara, they would want us to go on. They would want us to be strong. They are here with us now. Do you not feel it?
Adrian Monk: Not anymore.
Samuel Waingaya: Well, I am not going to give up. And neither are you.
Adrian Monk: Samuel, this is your final lesson. This is how we do things in America. We cry a lot. We confuse our dead wife with other people's dead wives. And then we give up. [sobs]