Adrian Monk Quote #2531
Quote from Adrian Monk in Mr. Monk and the Voodoo Curse
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: You were there. You were a witness. I said the potion was ready. I never said to drink it. That's not voodoo. That's voo-don't.
Adrian Monk: What is all this stuff? It's gonna get us killed!
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: They're my good-luck charms!
Adrian Monk: It's a small world.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Excuse me?
Adrian Monk: The paramedic, I met her before. She was Robert Boyd's niece. Wait, wait, and before that! Victim number two! She was the paramedic on the golf course.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Oh, there's got to be a good explanation. I know Angeline, and she's a good person.
Adrian Monk: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You know her?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: I mean, I've seen her around. She's a customer.
Adrian Monk: She's a customer? Has she ever bought any of those dolls?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Sure five, maybe six.
Adrian Monk: That's it. That's it. She's the guy.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Who's the guy?
Adrian Monk: The paramedic! Angeline, she's the connection. Her uncle was loaded. He was the real target. The other dolls were just distractions. It was so simple. It was brilliant! All she need were some packages that had been postmarked. So she mailed a few empty boxes to herself, then she waited. She need the right accident, the right victim. Martha Murphy was perfect. She lived alone. Angeline borrowed her key, snuck into her house, and left the box and customized doll in plain sight. Two days later, she did the same thing with Mr.
Farris. The third victim was the real target. Killing her uncle was easy. Angeline's a paramedic. She knew exactly what drugs to use, something untraceable, something that would look like a heart attack. She put some good-luck charms around his house to make him look superstitious, and the stage was set.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Thanks a lot, detective. I'll probably never sell another voodoo doll.
‘Mr. Monk and the Voodoo Curse’ Quotes
Quote from Lieutenant Disher
Captain Stottlemeyer: So he goes to collect the mail, including this box.
Lieutenant Disher: Yeah, same as the others. Postmarked three days ago, no return address. He opens the box, sees the doll. Bob's your uncle, his heart just stops.
Captain Stottlemeyer: "Bob's your uncle"? That doesn't sound right.
Lieutenant Disher: Well, yeah. Bob was her uncle. Uncle Robert.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, right, but that doesn't matter.
Lieutenant Disher: It's a figure of speech.
Captain Stottlemeyer: A figure of whose speech? I've never heard...
Lieutenant Disher: His name is Robert.
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, I know. No, no, back up a second. I've never heard "Bob's your uncle" before.
Lieutenant Disher: Have you been to Australia?
Captain Stottlemeyer: No, I've never been to Australia.
Lieutenant Disher: Bob's your uncle, mate. Didgeridoo.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Have you been- Have you been to Australia?
Lieutenant Disher: No.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Did you, like, see a movie, like? Like, "That's a knife, mate."
Quote from Natalie
Adrian Monk: How can I leave? I'm still working on the voodoo thing.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, they won't even miss you. They'll be fine.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Well, I have to call the captain and...
Natalie: No, no. I'll call the captain. I'll do that. You just get your coat. [picks up phone] Captain Stottlemeyer, please. Hi, it's Natalie. I'm taking Mr. Monk out of town for a couple of days. [chuckles] Yeah, I agree. He needs a break. So don't even bother calling. [laughs] Get the coat. I will, I will, as soon as we get back. Okay. All right, bye. He wants us to take a lot of pictures.
Adrian Monk: That phone's unplugged.
Natalie: Pardon me?
Adrian Monk: It's not plugged in. There's the cord.
Natalie: Are you calling me a liar?
Adrian Monk: It's not plugged in.
Natalie: So you're calling me a liar?
Adrian Monk: I don't know what to say. It's not plugged in.
Quote from Natalie
Natalie: You know, it's not funny. I used to laugh about it too.
Lieutenant Disher: About what?
Natalie: Voodoo, black magic.
Adrian Monk: Wait, you can't actually believe in that stuff.
Natalie: Somebody predicted that poor woman would get hit by a baseball three days before it happened. How would you explain it?
Adrian Monk: Well, I mean... Maybe...
Lieutenant Disher: Well, wait, I got it. Well, she walked by here every day, right?
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yep.
Lieutenant Disher: So maybe the killer was waiting back here behind this tree with a baseball gun.
Natalie: A baseball gun? There's no such thing.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Yeah, but there are pitching machines.
Natalie: Okay. So how would your baseball-gun killer.
Lieutenant Disher: Oh, that's a good name for him by the way.
Natalie: How would he know someone would hit a home run at exactly that moment? And what happened to the other baseball?
Captain Stottlemeyer: The other baseball.
Natalie: It's voodoo. It's real, and it kills people.