Monkisms : Mr. Monk Meets the Playboy

Monkisms for episode Mr. Monk Meets the Playboy:

When a high-powered magazine publisher chokes to death under mysterious circumstances, all clues lead to the infamous swinging party palace, The Sapphire Mansion. But while a weekend behind the gates of the legendary estate may be every man's fantasy, it's Adrian Monk's worst nightmare.

Monk: No! No details! Just a big, vague, general picture.

Monk: I was wrong. People change their minds.
Sharona: That's right-–people do. But you don't.

Monk: Look at that. There's a mirror above the bed. Why would he need a mirror on the ceiling?
Sharona: Don't think about that now. Not now.

Monk (reading): "Hold me, Adrian, my darling husband. True love's touch is so rare a gift. How much more precious is your caress, who loves so deeply yet fears the warmth of hand on hand. Still your love is given free, only to me. Only to me." That was the last poem she [Trudy] ever wrote.

Sharona: What happened to your regular barber?
Monk: I don't know. Every time I go there, he's closed.
Sharona: I wonder why.

Monk: I want to look rugged . . . not too macho.
Sharona: Don't worry. You're not going to look macho

Monk: Are you a friend of Dexter's?
Noelle: I am a Ghost of Sapphire Girls Past.

Monk: You play golf, don't you?
Sharona: Me?
Monk: Yes. You're good. Don't be modest. She's good. She's a duffer. She duffs.

Monk: What kind of man are you?
Dexter: I told you on the golf course, Mr. Monk. I do not lose.

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Home Monkisms Forums Quote Of The Day Buy Monk on DVD Contribute Other Isms Links Total Isms in the database: 1128	Monkisms for episode Mr. Monk Meets the Playboy: When a high-powered magazine publisher chokes to death under mysterious circumstances, all clues lead to the infamous swinging party palace, The Sapphire Mansion. But while a weekend behind the gates of the legendary estate may be every man's fantasy, it's Adrian Monk's worst nightmare. Monk: No! No details! Just a big, vague, general picture. Monk: I was wrong. People change their minds. Sharona: That's right-–people do. But you don't. Monk: Look at that. There's a mirror above the bed. Why would he need a mirror on the ceiling? Sharona: Don't think about that now. Not now. Monk (reading): "Hold me, Adrian, my darling husband. True love's touch is so rare a gift. How much more precious is your caress, who loves so deeply yet fears the warmth of hand on hand. Still your love is given free, only to me. Only to me." That was the last poem she [Trudy] ever wrote. Sharona: What happened to your regular barber? Monk: I don't know. Every time I go there, he's closed. Sharona: I wonder why. Monk: I want to look rugged . . . not too macho. Sharona: Don't worry. You're not going to look macho Monk: Are you a friend of Dexter's? Noelle: I am a Ghost of Sapphire Girls Past. Monk: You play golf, don't you? Sharona: Me? Monk: Yes. You're good. Don't be modest. She's good. She's a duffer. She duffs. Monk: What kind of man are you? Dexter: I told you on the golf course, Mr. Monk. I do not lose. Notice something that's missing from this episode? Add It Is there an error that we overlooked? Suggest a Correction
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