[Adrian Monk]

sehr geile folge, es war aber sowas von klar, dass marty irgendwie betrügt. Sehr lustig wie Monk es dann heraus findet, als er ein auto leihen will
Und um über ne Brücke zu kommen, brauch Monk eine Gesichtsmaske, die er selbst beim fahren aufsetzen würde #8o# #8o#
Zum Glück fährt Monk kein Auto #mh#

Randy war mal wieder so genial, als er Undercover als Gangster rum gelaufen ist, der sah ja einfach nur zum Brüllen aus und dann sein BLick

Monk: Over there.
Natalie: What?
Monk: Dog . . . doo. Dog . . . doo.
Natalie: Did you step in it?
Monk: If I stepped in it, I’d be in that ambulance right now, wouldn’t I, praying for the sweet release that only death can bring.

Disher: What happened?
Marty: Well, it’s kind of embarrassing. I got hit very hard by a client–hit me very hard. Yeah. I–I was supposed to follow his wife and take pictures.
Stottlemeyer (looking at a photograph): Whoa! She was cheating on him.
Marty: No, no. that’s him. That’s my client.
Natalie: You burst in and took a picture of a man in bed with his own wife?

Stottlemeyer: Monk, sometimes when you’re picking up clues, it seems like magic to me. Maybe he’s doing something that–that you don’t understand.
Monk: I think he’s cheating. He’s a cheater.
Stottlemeyer: This isn’t the fourth grade, Monk.
Monk: He’s cheating!
Stottlemeyer: How?
Monk: I don’t know.[/Quote]

Monk: What are you doing?
Marty: Mud. You can tell where the car has been.
Monk From tasting it? He’s tasting it!
Natalie: Will that work?
Monk: No! It’s nuts!

Monk: Tell me about this [Dr.] Lowenstein.
Dr. Kroger: Lowenstern. I could introduce you. Office right across the street. He charges four hundred dollars an hour.
Monk: Where–where were you?

Natalie: Mr. Monk, Fulton College is one hundred miles away. It is up the interstate. It’s over a bridge.
Monk: No. I have a blindfold for going over bridges.
Natalie: You’ll be driving.
Monk: Good point. I think I can make it if I just sort of peek underneath.

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