Monk: Sharona, I hate this place. I can't breathe in here. It's like a prison.
Sharona: It is a prison.
Monk: It seems prison agrees with you, Dale.
Dale: Well, and why wouldn't it? After all, I've been inside this prison [his body] all my life.
Monk: That's very poetic.
Dale: Well, of course, it doesn't compare with the prison you've built for yourself.
Adrian: How about this? I'll pat myselfdown.
Monk: (on the phone) Hello! Nazis here in the rec room. This is a Nazi alert!
Illiterate Inmate: You're gonna wish you'd never been born.
Monk: I'm way ahead of you.
Spyder Rudner: You sharpened my shiv. You made my bed. What are you in here for?
Dale "the Whale" Biederbeck: Your fear is huge, but your curiosity is huger.
Monk: (to Sharona) This is about Trudy now. I need you to help me focus.