Monkisms : Mr. Monk and the Secret Santa

Monkisms for episode Mr. Monk and the Secret Santa:

When a detective dies at the police department Christmas party after drinking from a poisoned bottle of port intended for Captain Stottlemeyer, can Monk find the killer?

Monk: That's the Cadillac of first-aid kits.

Julie: (looking at a snow globe) Is it beautiful?
Monk: Is what beautiful?
Julie: Snow.
Monk: You've never seen snow?
Julie: (Shakes her head)
Monk: Oh, it's very beautiful. No two flakes are the same. But somehow, it's still beautiful.

Julie: Who's that for?
Monk: Oh, this is from Trudy. It's for me.
Natalie: From Trudy?
Monk: Yeah. After she died, I found it. Every Christmas, I put it under the tree.
Julie: You've never opened it?
Monk: Nope.

Monk: (to Natalie) It's going to be a great party. I'm not completely dreading it.

Monk: I don't go out much during the holidays. It's too depressing. Because I'm alone. I don't have to tell you. I mean, you're not married, right: You don't have anyone.
Alice: That's true.
Monk: It's tough. Especially for people our age.

Monk: It's a--it's an air purifier for your house.
Stottlemeyer: Are you saying my house smells?
Monk: Not your house. But houses--like yours--sometimes get a, um, odor that's, uh, sour. Very unpleasant stench. Not your house.

Stottlemeyer: Do you know, um, what eBay is?
Monk: No.
Stottlemeyer: Good.

Monk: Ah. Oh. It's a funny card.
Alice: Yes, it is.
Monk: You can tell because--exclamation points.

Stottlemeyer: Monk, I can't go near the place. The wife filed a complaint against me. Said I'd been harassing her.
Monk: Why would she say that?
Stottlemeyer: Probably because I'd been harassing her.

Monk: Who are all these people? These folks have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas.
Natalie: Yeah? Which is what?
Monk: Which is leaving me alone.
Natalie: Well, I love everything about it. The crowds, the shopping, the decorations...
Monk: The fact that it's horrible doesn't bother you?

Natalie: Oh, my gosh. I can't believe he's still here.
Monk: Who's here?
Natalie: Mr. Preston. I used to work here.
Monk: Wait a minute. How many jobs have you had?

Natalie: Mr. Preston liked me... a lot. A little too much.
Monk: I've never had that problem.

Monk: (as Santa) What do you want for Christmas?
Little Boy: A rock polishing kit.
Monk: You're Santa's favorite.

Julie: A first-aid kit?
Monk: That is a hot gift this year. There's the Cadillac of first-aid kits. We're talking about one hundred feet of gauze, five kinds of ointment, and a tourniquet...

Monk: (looking at a goldfish he's received as a present) It's alive. It's a living thing. Is it going to die?

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Home Monkisms Forums Quote Of The Day Buy Monk on DVD Contribute Other Isms Links Total Isms in the database: 1140	Monkisms for episode Mr. Monk and the Secret Santa: When a detective dies at the police department Christmas party after drinking from a poisoned bottle of port intended for Captain Stottlemeyer, can Monk find the killer? Monk: That's the Cadillac of first-aid kits. Julie: (looking at a snow globe) Is it beautiful? Monk: Is what beautiful? Julie: Snow. Monk: You've never seen snow? Julie: (Shakes her head) Monk: Oh, it's very beautiful. No two flakes are the same. But somehow, it's still beautiful. Julie: Who's that for? Monk: Oh, this is from Trudy. It's for me. Natalie: From Trudy? Monk: Yeah. After she died, I found it. Every Christmas, I put it under the tree. Julie: You've never opened it? Monk: Nope. Monk: (to Natalie) It's going to be a great party. I'm not completely dreading it. Monk: I don't go out much during the holidays. It's too depressing. Because I'm alone. I don't have to tell you. I mean, you're not married, right: You don't have anyone. Alice: That's true. Monk: It's tough. Especially for people our age. Monk: It's a--it's an air purifier for your house. Stottlemeyer: Are you saying my house smells? Monk: Not your house. But houses--like yours--sometimes get a, um, odor that's, uh, sour. Very unpleasant stench. Not your house. Stottlemeyer: Do you know, um, what eBay is? Monk: No. Stottlemeyer: Good. Monk: Ah. Oh. It's a funny card. Alice: Yes, it is. Monk: You can tell because--exclamation points. Stottlemeyer: Monk, I can't go near the place. The wife filed a complaint against me. Said I'd been harassing her. Monk: Why would she say that? Stottlemeyer: Probably because I'd been harassing her. Monk: Who are all these people? These folks have forgotten the true meaning of Christmas. Natalie: Yeah? Which is what? Monk: Which is leaving me alone. Natalie: Well, I love everything about it. The crowds, the shopping, the decorations... Monk: The fact that it's horrible doesn't bother you? Natalie: Oh, my gosh. I can't believe he's still here. Monk: Who's here? Natalie: Mr. Preston. I used to work here. Monk: Wait a minute. How many jobs have you had? Natalie: Mr. Preston liked me... a lot. A little too much. Monk: I've never had that problem. Monk: (as Santa) What do you want for Christmas? Little Boy: A rock polishing kit. Monk: You're Santa's favorite. Julie: A first-aid kit? Monk: That is a hot gift this year. There's the Cadillac of first-aid kits. We're talking about one hundred feet of gauze, five kinds of ointment, and a tourniquet... Monk: (looking at a goldfish he's received as a present) It's alive. It's a living thing. Is it going to die? Notice something that's missing from this episode? Add It Is there an error that we overlooked? Suggest a Correction
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