Sharona: Adrian, why don't you go talk to him?
Sharona: Yeah, give him a pep talk. He respects you.
Monk: He does? Why?
Sharona: Because he doesn't work for you.
Monk: Sharona, I can't. I can't. I can't do this.
Sharona: Why? Because he's naked?
Sharona: You've never seen a naked man before?
Sharona: You've seen yourself naked, right?
Monk: Just once.
Dr. Kroger: Well, okay, I hate to end the session on that note, but the hour's up.
Monk: No, it's not. It's only been fifty-seven minutes.
Dr. Kroger: How'd you do that? You wearing a watch?
Dr. Kroger: You could see my watch, right?
Monk: No. It's a gift . . .
Dr. Kroger: . . . and . . . a curse.
Sharona: So you're going to let a murderer go because you can't talk to a naked man?
Randy: You ready for this?
Stottlemeyer: Ready for what? Just say it, Randy
Sharona: You can't tell if a "1" is upside down.
Monk: I can tell. The whole scoreboard, it's like some surreal abstract art thing.
Sharona: What's your problem? The human body is beautiful thing.
Monk: No. It isn't.
Monk: Captain, he shot the wife first. Why would he do that? I would have done the husband first, wouldn't you?
Stottlemeyer: I don't know, Monk. It's never come up.
Randy: May we come in, Mr. Browning?
Walker Browning: What if I say no?
Stottlemeyer: Don't say no