Monkisms : Mr. Monk Goes to the Office

Monkisms for episode Mr. Monk Goes to the Office:

When a parking garage attendant is killed and a financial analyst’s hand is broken in a mysterious attack, Monk must go undercover in an office to solve the baffling crime.

Monk: Give me the cards. Weather. Politics. Swear words.
Natalie: Swear words?
Monk: (pocketing the swear word cards) Don't you look at them. Football.

Monk: You guys wanna hear some swear words?

Monk: We were talking about the local football franchise.
Stottlemeyer: The Niners.
Monk: No. The San Francisco Forty-Niners.

Monk: He's insecure. He's always trying to impress people. Act tougher than he is.
Disher: How do you know that?
Monk: He was chewing on this--toothpick.
Stottlemeyer: (Chewing on a toothpick, glares.)

Natalie: I used to work in a place like this. Lasted about two weeks. You do the same thing every day.
Monk: (longingly) The same thing.
Natalie: After a while, you get to feel like a number.
Monk: A number?
Natalie: Just like everybody else.
Monk: Everybody else...

Warren Kemp: All you have to do is look busy. I'll give you some reports to collate.
Monk: (to Natalie) Did you hear that? I'll be collating!

Monk: Look at him! He's completely obsessed. And not in a good way, like me.

Natalie: How's the hand?
Warren Kemp: Nine broken bones.
Monk: One more, it would have been an even ten.
Kemp: You sound disappointed, Mr. Monk.
Monk: Well, it's too late now.

Monk: I have a gang. I'm in the gang. They're waiting for me.
Natalie: What are you talking about?
Monk: Natalie, they like me. I brought some cards along and I haven't had to use them. Nobody's laughing at me.

Monk: (to "the gang") No, I couldn't have been a detective. I could never be a detective. They're lonely. They're very lonely and sad. They don't have a gang. A gang from the office.

Monk: One more [bowling pin], it would have been an even ten.
Frances: Oh, you get another chance. You get two balls.
Monk: Really?

Monk: Here's the thing. When you say "rent a pair," you're talking about footwear that other people have already worn?
Abby: That's right.
Monk: On my feet? Here's the thing. I don't like to share--anything.

Monk: That was our table. We sat at that table and ate nachos.
Natalie: You ate nachos?
Monk: No, but I pretended to. And then later, Ben made a copy of his Caucasian buttocks, which was very funny, but I don't know why.

Monk: He'll think we're in love.
Natalie: You don't look like you're in love. You look like someone who's had some sort of industrial accident.

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Home Monkisms Forums Quote Of The Day Buy Monk on DVD Contribute Other Isms Links Total Isms in the database: 1133	Monkisms for episode Mr. Monk Goes to the Office: When a parking garage attendant is killed and a financial analyst’s hand is broken in a mysterious attack, Monk must go undercover in an office to solve the baffling crime. Monk: Give me the cards. Weather. Politics. Swear words. Natalie: Swear words? Monk: (pocketing the swear word cards) Don't you look at them. Football. Monk: You guys wanna hear some swear words? Monk: We were talking about the local football franchise. Stottlemeyer: The Niners. Monk: No. The San Francisco Forty-Niners. Monk: He's insecure. He's always trying to impress people. Act tougher than he is. Disher: How do you know that? Monk: He was chewing on this--toothpick. Stottlemeyer: (Chewing on a toothpick, glares.) Natalie: I used to work in a place like this. Lasted about two weeks. You do the same thing every day. Monk: (longingly) The same thing. Natalie: After a while, you get to feel like a number. Monk: A number? Natalie: Just like everybody else. Monk: Everybody else... Warren Kemp: All you have to do is look busy. I'll give you some reports to collate. Monk: (to Natalie) Did you hear that? I'll be collating! Monk: Look at him! He's completely obsessed. And not in a good way, like me. Natalie: How's the hand? Warren Kemp: Nine broken bones. Monk: One more, it would have been an even ten. Kemp: You sound disappointed, Mr. Monk. Monk: Well, it's too late now. Monk: I have a gang. I'm in the gang. They're waiting for me. Natalie: What are you talking about? Monk: Natalie, they like me. I brought some cards along and I haven't had to use them. Nobody's laughing at me. Monk: (to "the gang") No, I couldn't have been a detective. I could never be a detective. They're lonely. They're very lonely and sad. They don't have a gang. A gang from the office. Monk: One more [bowling pin], it would have been an even ten. Frances: Oh, you get another chance. You get two balls. Monk: Really? Monk: Here's the thing. When you say "rent a pair," you're talking about footwear that other people have already worn? Abby: That's right. Monk: On my feet? Here's the thing. I don't like to share--anything. Monk: That was our table. We sat at that table and ate nachos. Natalie: You ate nachos? Monk: No, but I pretended to. And then later, Ben made a copy of his Caucasian buttocks, which was very funny, but I don't know why. Monk: He'll think we're in love. Natalie: You don't look like you're in love. You look like someone who's had some sort of industrial accident. Notice something that's missing from this episode? Add It Is there an error that we overlooked? Suggest a Correction
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