Monk: Can't I wear my own clothes? I'd rather wear my own clothes.
Kathleen: Well, what--what do you have at home?
Sharona: (touching Monk's shirt) Uh, well, he just has more of this.
Sharona: How'd the dating go?
Monk: It was terrible. Thank God I'm not single.
Sharona: You are single.
Monk: Oh, yeah.
Monk: (to Doorman) We have a four-dollar credit on any future bribes. I won't forget. I'm writing it down.