Monkisms : Mr. Monk Goes to Jail

Monkisms for episode Mr. Monk Goes to Jail:

When a death-row inmate is murdered 45 minutes before his execution, Monk is brought in to find out why.

Monk: I'll tell you people something. Prison changes a man.
Sharona: I wish.

Monk: Sharona, I hate this place. I can't breathe in here. It's like a prison.
Sharona: It is a prison.

Stottlemeyer: What do you think?
Monk: I think I'm out of here. I'm going home.
Sharona: Adrian!
Monk: I'm not sure it matters who killed this guy. He was going to die in forty-five minutes anyway.

Monk: (patting his pocket) Wait. What's this? Whoa. Hey. Hold on a second. Nail clippers? Where do I think I'm going with those?

Monk: How about this? I'll pat myself down.

Monk: Thank you, Dale. It was your faith in me that kept me going in my darkest hour.

Monk: I see you've got your window.
Dale: Mmhmm. Yep. Now I can see the world--but still not be part of the world. Something else we have in common.

Monk: Sharona, I figured out...
Sharona: I know, I know -- I did the whole summation.

Monk: (to attacking Nazis) All right, boys. Come on. You know violence--violence is not the answer. (sprays them with hot water)

Monk: (on the phone) Hello! Nazis here in the rec room. This is a Nazi alert!

Nazi: You're gonna wish you'd never been born.
Monk: I'm way ahead of you.

Monk: (straightening the Nazi's swastika pin) You'll thank me later.

Spyder: (looking at Trudy's photo) Is that your old lady?
Monk: (softly) Yeah.
Spyder: She waiting for you?
Monk: Yeah. She is.

Spyder: You sharpened my shiv. You made my bed. What are you in here for?
Monk: Embezzlement.

Spyder: What happened to my bed? Have you been touching my stuff?
Monk: No, no, no. Maybe. A little. I--I--I--Your sheets were all piled...
Spyder: You are a dead man! I am gonna gut you like a fish!

Sharona: Why was he [Spyder Rudner] in solitary?
Warden Christie: He put a guy's head through a wall.
Sharona: Why?
Warden: The guy touched his stuff.

Sharona: (to Rastafarian cook with a dreadlock escaping his hairnet) My boss has a jones for neatness, okay?
Monk: (mournfully) It's my jones.
Sharona: And he needs a fix real bad.

Monk: (to Sharona) This is about Trudy now. I need you to help me focus.

Monk: It seems prison agrees with you, Dale.
Dale: Well, and why wouldn't it? After all, I've been inside this prison [his body] all my life.
Monk: (almost sarcastically) That's very poetic.
Dale: Well, of course, it doesn't compare with the prison you've built for yourself.

Monk: You're looking... well.
Dale: What a smooth talker.

Monk: (the guard at the jail is trying to pat Monk down, but Monk decides to pat himself down) Nail clippers? Where do I think I'm going with those? I'll get those back when I leave.

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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 Goes to Jail: When a death-row inmate is murdered 45 minutes before his execution, Monk is brought in to find out why. Monk: I'll tell you people something. Prison changes a man. Sharona: I wish. Monk: Sharona, I hate this place. I can't breathe in here. It's like a prison. Sharona: It is a prison. Stottlemeyer: What do you think? Monk: I think I'm out of here. I'm going home. Sharona: Adrian! Monk: I'm not sure it matters who killed this guy. He was going to die in forty-five minutes anyway. Monk: (patting his pocket) Wait. What's this? Whoa. Hey. Hold on a second. Nail clippers? Where do I think I'm going with those? Monk: How about this? I'll pat myself down. Monk: Thank you, Dale. It was your faith in me that kept me going in my darkest hour. Monk: I see you've got your window. Dale: Mmhmm. Yep. Now I can see the world--but still not be part of the world. Something else we have in common. Monk: Sharona, I figured out... Sharona: I know, I know -- I did the whole summation. Monk: (to attacking Nazis) All right, boys. Come on. You know violence--violence is not the answer. (sprays them with hot water) Monk: (on the phone) Hello! Nazis here in the rec room. This is a Nazi alert! Nazi: You're gonna wish you'd never been born. Monk: I'm way ahead of you. Monk: (straightening the Nazi's swastika pin) You'll thank me later. Spyder: (looking at Trudy's photo) Is that your old lady? Monk: (softly) Yeah. Spyder: She waiting for you? Monk: Yeah. She is. Spyder: You sharpened my shiv. You made my bed. What are you in here for? Monk: Embezzlement. Spyder: What happened to my bed? Have you been touching my stuff? Monk: No, no, no. Maybe. A little. I--I--I--Your sheets were all piled... Spyder: You are a dead man! I am gonna gut you like a fish! Sharona: Why was he [Spyder Rudner] in solitary? Warden Christie: He put a guy's head through a wall. Sharona: Why? Warden: The guy touched his stuff. Sharona: (to Rastafarian cook with a dreadlock escaping his hairnet) My boss has a jones for neatness, okay? Monk: (mournfully) It's my jones. Sharona: And he needs a fix real bad. Monk: (to Sharona) This is about Trudy now. I need you to help me focus. Monk: It seems prison agrees with you, Dale. Dale: Well, and why wouldn't it? After all, I've been inside this prison [his body] all my life. Monk: (almost sarcastically) That's very poetic. Dale: Well, of course, it doesn't compare with the prison you've built for yourself. Monk: You're looking... well. Dale: What a smooth talker. Monk: (the guard at the jail is trying to pat Monk down, but Monk decides to pat himself down) Nail clippers? Where do I think I'm going with those? I'll get those back when I leave. Notice something that's missing from this episode? Add It Is there an error that we overlooked? Suggest a Correction
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