[The four convene at Amanda Babbage's house]
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: Adrian Monk, old buddy, old pal, old chum.
Sharona Fleming: �Old buddy��? What have you done with the real Captain Stottlemeyer?
Adrian Monk: What do we have?
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: Mail bomb. An ounce and a half of plastique with a magnesium charge.
Lt. Randall Disher: There were two triggers: a chemical detonator wired to the wrapping, and a motion detector--so when you opened it and moved it, "boom".
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: Not hard to make.
Lt. Randall Disher: Crude and unpredictable, actually.
Adrian Monk: Who's the victim?
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: Amanda Babbage, thirty-five years old. She lived here alone.
Adrian Monk: Nice house.
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: It was a lot nicer two hours ago.
Adrian Monk: [notices the ATF agents] The Feds are here?
Captain Leland Stottlemeyer: Yes, up the wazoo -- Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms. They're in charge, and they're not shy about saying so. Monk, if you can make me look good here, I would really appreciate it. I'd love to show these bastards up. Wouldn't hurt our careers either.

[To search van Ranken's house, Adrian and Sharona make a surprise visit]
Sharona Fleming: Hi, I'm Sharona Fleming and this is Adrian Monk.
Pat van Ranken: [starts breathing heavier] Monk... from next door?
Adrian Monk: No, I'm his brother.
Pat van Ranken: You almost gave me a heart attack! That guy hasn't left the house in, what, twenty years?
Adrian Monk: Thirty-two...
Pat van Ranken: My wife knows him. Isn't he... scared of stuff?
Adrian Monk: Yes... he's scared of stuff. Stuff... and things.

[Two officers discuss an inmate who will be executed soon]
Warden Christie: Where's Ray Kaspo?
Guard: In the holding cell, having his last meal. Ribs and chili.
Warden Christie: Ribs and chili? That might kill him before we do.

[While catching up with Natasia while stalking her, Monk accidentally causes a tower of performers to fall over]
Adrian Monk: Sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Natasia Lovara: Don't worry about them. They know how to fall. It's the first thing we learn. You brought your camera, Mr. Monk. [Monk regains his composure]
Adrian Monk: Oh, sure. I love it here. It's so upbeat.
Natasia Lovara: You hate it here. You think I can walk. You're trying to catch me.
Adrian Monk: You're right. I was.
Natasia Lovara: You saw the x-rays, Mr. Monk. How can I walk on this? I'm curious. What is your theory?
Adrian Monk: Some people have a very high threshold for pain. They can take it.
Natasia Lovara: Mm, nice try, but any doctor will tell you it's impossible. Besides, I was married to Sergei for 15 years. That's enough pain for a lifetime.
Adrian Monk: You fell two weeks ago. Is that right?
Natasia Lovara: Your point?
Adrian Monk: Your cast looks ... looks like new. No scuff marks. It's not even discolored.
Natasia Lovara: Again, nice try. My old one was itching.
Adrian Monk: Ah.
Natasia Lovara: So I put a new one on four days ago. [An organ playing fanfare is heard] The show is about to begin. You are missing it.
Adrian Monk: You're wrong, Natasia. I'm not missing a thing.

[while pretending to be a convict, Monk tapes a picture of Trudy to his cell wall]
Spyder Rudner: Is that your old lady?
Adrian Monk: Yes.
Spyder Rudner: Is she waiting for you?
Adrian Monk: Yes, she is.

[while sitting down to play bingo, a bingo addict carrying a troll doll turns to Adrian]
Bingo Addict: Do you want to rub my lucky troll? It's good luck.
Adrian Monk: Uh, no, thank you.
Bingo Addict: Go ahead. Rub the troll.
Adrian Monk: No thank you. Uh, I've been rubbing trolls all day.
Bingo Addict: If you don't rub the troll, it's bad karma.
[Adrian finally resorts to rubbing the troll aggressively with his shirt sleeve]