Sharona: Looks like you've got a new partner.
Monk: Yeah, for any crime committed within thirty feet of his property.
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Ambrose: You should have seen him. Going into stores and buying things all by himself when he was fifteen. Driving a car when he was twenty-three. Going out on dates--going out on dates with women, at twenty-six years of age!
Sharona: He's a regular Evel Knievel.
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Monk: This is my assistant, Sharona.
Ambrose: Hello, we spoke on the phone.
Monk: Oh, so you can dial a telephone! I was worried. I thought you might be paralyzed, or something.
Ambrose: I wasn't paralyzed.
Monk: I was being sarcastic.
Ambrose: You were being sardonic. Sarcasm is a comtemptuous ironic statement. You were being mockingly derisive. That's sardonic.
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Sharona: When was the last time you spoke to him?
Monk: Four years ago. Maybe five.
Sharona: Was it four or five?
Monk: Six. (Pause) Seven.
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Ambrose: I love you.
Monk: Don't you say that. Don't you say that to me. I may be no expert, but I know when people love each other, truly care for each other, they don't go seven years without calling. Especially when I needed you most. After Trudy.
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Sharona: You play bingo?
Monk: No. Is it fun?
Sharona: It's a lot of fun. You're gonna hate it.
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Randy: (watching Sharona dig into a pie) This is actually one of my biggest fantasies. Except it's not a pie. And you're not in it.
Sharona: Would you shut up?
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Monk: Ambrose can speak seven languages.
Ambrose: Seven and a half. I'm teaching myself Mandarin.
Monk: Oh, that'll come in handy.
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Sharona: (to Monk) I can't believe you went in! (to Ambrose) I can't believe you came out!
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Sharona: You just wanted to fit in with the other kids?
Monk: No. . . . Yes.
Sharona: Wow. This is the saddest room I've ever seen.
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Sharona: What does he (referring to Monk) have that you don't have?
Ambrose: He has you.
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Sharona: And the Forty Niners?
Monk: Oh, yeah. They were a great band.
Sharona: They were a football team.
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Sharona: You're just going to hide in the house for the rest of your life?
Ambrose: That's the plan, yes.
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Ambrose: You don't know everything, Mr. Great Detective!
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Sharona: How did you remember that?
Ambrose: It's a gift . . . and a curse.
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Ambrose: Why aren't you out there looking for him [their estranged father]?
Monk: Because I'm afraid I might find him.
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(about Monk)
Ambrose: You've always been the fearless one.
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