Disher: Any idea on motive?
Stottlemeyer: I guess you can say that there were 12 million people with a motive, myself included. This was the Lotto Girl: she broke my heart three times a week.
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Officer Kelton: (to Natalie) Are you okay?
Adrian: Oh, she’s fine.
Officer Kelton: She doesn't look fine.
Adrian: Nah, that’s just her look.
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Mr. Lawrence: And you’re his partner?
Natalie: Partner slash babysitter slash assistant slash babysitter.
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Natalie: (announcing Lotto numbers) Well, that’s it for now. Keep playing. You’ll thank me later.
Adrian: “You’ll thank me later.” That’s my line. I say that.
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Natalie: I’m sorry, Mr. Monk, I got a little distracted.
Adrian: Is the cadaver in your way? We can move it across the street if you like.
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Stottlemeyer: (on the phone) No, no, I can’t, Monk. I’m at the gym. No, you don’t want to come down here, believe me. There are naked people here.
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Adrian: I can’t blame Natalie for leaving. I’d leave me to if I had the chance. I’m the king of Garfunkel. I am oozing Garfunkel.
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Disher:: I’m glad you like numbers, Billy. You’re going to be wearing some numbers on your shirt.
Billy Logan: Is that right?
Disher:: They won’t be laundry numbers.
Billy Logan: I get it.
Disher:: You’re going to prison.
Billy Logan: I get it.
Disher:: You have the right to remain silent.
Billy Logan: I will if you will.
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