Jack Jr.: I've never hurt anybody
Adrian: Uh-huh,
Jack Jr.: Ever. I'm a con man. I'm a grifter. A lovable rogue.
Adrian: A lovable rogue? People don't call themselves lovable rogues.
Jack Jr.: Lovable rogues do.
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Jack Jr.: Just one phone call. For old time's sake.
Adrian: We don't have any old times.
Jack Jr.: Sure we do. Come on, remember... oh, remember in the hallway, when you hit me over the head with that metal box.
Adrian: That was a half hour ago.
Jack Jr.: Yeah, well it's something. It's a start.
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Adrian: I can't help noticing your fake crying looks a lot like your real crying.
Jack Jr.: Thank you.
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Jack Jr.: Did I wake you up?
Adrian: No, no, it wasn't you, it was all the noise you were making.
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Adrian: Jack?
Jack Jr.: Yeah?
Adrian: Was he... a good father?
Jack Jr.: Look at us, what do you think?
Adrian: Was he... terrible?
Jack Jr.: Look at us, what do you think?
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Jack Jr.: I'm on my knees. Your brother is in your kitchen and he's on his knees.
Adrian: Don't scuff up the floor.
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Jack Jr.: You send me back there, you'd be killing your own brother.
Adrian: Half-brother.
Jack Jr.: Can you live with that?
Adrian: I live with worse.
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Natalie: Mr. Monk, here he comes. Now what do we do?
Adrian: Okay, okay. I'm going to count to three.
Natalie: All right, okay.
Adrian: On three... you come up with a great idea.
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Adrian: And I'm proud you're my brother.
Jack Jr.: You mean half-brother.
Adrian: I'm rounding up.
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