Monk: Okay, let's compromise. You pay the ticket, and I--don't.
Sharona: What kind of compromise is that?
Monk: Well, it's the economical kind.
Stottlemeyer: (to Monk) Did you hurt both of your hands?
Sharona: No, just the left one.
Stottlemeyer: Then why do you have bandages on both . . . ? Right. Symmetry.
Monk: It's ten o'clock, Mrs. Ling. The ticket says Tuesday ten a.m.
Mrs. Ling: It's an approximation, Mr. Monk. It means about ten o'clock, not at ten o'clock. Crazy man! What's wrong with you?