While the group is sitting together at the table waiting for Monk and Ambrose's dad, we see a full screen of a digital Seiko clock hanging on the wall. While the seconds change, we hear a ticking sound. Since it's digital, it would not have such sound and it's very unlikely that the clock itself is synthetically producing it.
How did Ambrose know that Natalie was a widow?
Ambrose describes an award that he pronounces "niz-em-ewe," which he says stands for the National Society of Instruction Manual Writers. That would be "NSIMW," not "NSIMU," although some poetic license with the "double U" might have been taken by the society's founders.
Armored car drivers generally do not work alone, and would not be considered "off duty" while still in uniform and driving the company truck.
Ambrose has not left his house in 34 years (other than during the fire), but yet he either still keeps his house key in his pocket, or someone had the great presence of mind to find it and give it to him on the way into the ambulance.
An autopsy is a post-mortem examination performed on a human corpse. The proper term for examining a dead animal is a necropsy.
Paul Gilstrap, disguised as Frankenstein's monster, goes around stealing candy from the kids who went to Ambrose's house. Julie went to Ambrose's house, she didn't get any candy from him, but there is no way that Gilstrap could have known this. When she's with the other kids who have their candy stolen, Gilstrap doesn't even try to take hers. For all he knew, she could have had the poisoned Neptune bar with her.
In this episode, Ambrose tells Julie that he ONCE made a mistake (it just happens to also be in the "quotes" section). But, in "Mr. Monk and the Three Pies," we find out that Ambrose has made at least 2. The first was when he was younger, he broke one of their mother's numbered coffee mugs (I think it was # 7 or 8). And the second one was in an instruction manual for an answering machine, he misspelled a word in the German section.
Monk: It's just candy.
Ambrose: I know how much I need every year. I have it down to a science. Based on current weather conditions, recent census data and the demand from previous Halloweens. Last year, I ended up with just one extra candy bar.
Stottlemeyer: Well, Ambrose, that's... uhm... that's very... I don't know what the hell that is. Come on, Lieutenant, I'll buy you a Snickers bar.
Kids: Trick or treat! (reaching for candy)
Ambrose: Wait, wait, not yet! "Trick or treat"--I've accepted your terms, which means we now have an implied contract. By accepting this treat, you are, in effect, promising to refrain from committing any tricks against me or this property, now or in the future. Are there any questions?
Kid: Yeah, do you have any peanut chews?
Ambrose: There's only what's in the bowl. Now, one per customer.
Stottlemeyer: What'd he say?
Monk: He said, "Grrr."
Ambrose: No, no, he said, "Arrrrrrrrrr!"
Monk: He left the house once.
Julie: At least he left.
Monk: The house was on fire. I had to drag him out.
Stottlemeyer: I hate pigeons. They're rats with wings.
Natalie: She's at that impossible age. Between eleven and twenty-five.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, you can't blame yourself.
Monk: Wanna bet?
Ambrose: It's all right. I made a mistake once.
Ambrose: (to Julie) That's Dad's study. We're not allowed in there.
Ambrose: You're a widower; she's a widow. And I know how you are with the ladies. I remember in high school, those girls calling you on the phone, talking to you on the phone, complimenting you . . . .
Monk: Those were my teachers.
Vampire Boy: (referring to Monk) Is he drunk?
Julie: No. He's thinking.
Monk: How many of you stopped by my brother's house, the big gray house at the end of Oak View?
Witch Girl: You mean the special man who never comes out?
Monk: That's right. Where the special man lives.
Stottlemeyer: Okay, you're saying that there's a connection. I'm here. Convince me. Why would a killer who every cop in this city is looking for hang around to steal candy from children?
(The Monks hold a whispered conference.)
Ambrose: We don't know.
Natalie: There is a nut out there. The only way you can go out is with a police escort.
Julie: Lieutenant Disher! Come trick-or-treating with me!
Disher: Oh, uh, I don't, uh . . . . Can I?
Monk: Cross at the green, not in between.
Natalie: (looking at an old photo album) Is that your father?
Ambrose: Oh, that's him and Ambrose.
Natalie: He named the turtle after you?
Ambrose: He named me after the turtle.
Natalie: I like this one. You look so happy.
Ambrose: Mom was worried because we never laughed, so she made us practice. That's us practicing. So now I can laugh (heh heh) if I have to.
Monk: No, thanks. I'm allergic.
Mrs. Gilstrap: To chocolate?
Monk: No, ma'am. I'm allergic to food that's been sitting in a bowl all night that other people have been touching.
Ambrose: (to Natalie) Would you ever, uh, consider, uh, going out with someone like me, or, more specifically, me? Of course, we can't actually go out, I mean, we can't go outside, but we can go anywhere else.
Monk: Captain, this is the same pigeon. I remember it had five little brown spots on its back because I remember thinking that it reminded me of the constellation Cassiopeia. Look. See it? Look!
Stottlemeyer: You want me to do an autopsy on a pigeon?
John Turturro, this episode's Special Guest Star, reprises his role as Adrian Monk's agoraphobic brother, Ambrose, who first appeared in "Mr. Monk and the Three Pies."
Jasmine Jessica Anthony is billed as Jessica Anthony and Mary Matilyn Mouser as Mary Mouser.
Monk: I remember thinking that it reminded me of the constellation Cassiopeia.
Cassiopeia, a highly visible W-shaped constellation in the northern sky, is named after a beautiful queen in Greek mythology. The wife of Cepheus, king of Ethiopia, Cassiopeia made the mistake of boasting that she was more beautiful than the Nereids, the daughters of Nereus, god of the Mediterranean Sea. As punishment for her arrogance and impiety, she was ordered to sacrifice her equally beautiful daughter, Andromeda. The princess was rescued from a sea monster by Perseus, who was rewarded with her hand in marriage. The ancient Greeks visualized the constellation Cassiopeia as a woman seated on her throne with her head always pointed toward the North Star, Polaris.
Ambrose: No, it wasn't Frankenstein; it was Frankenstein's monster. Frankenstein is the name of the scientist who created the monster.
Ambrose is right, of course, except that the original Frankenstein was a graduate student, not a full-fledged scientist. The subject of innumerable film adaptations, the characters were created in 1816 by nineteen-year-old Mary Shelley, wife of the poet Percy Bysshe Shelley, for her novel Frankenstein; or the Modern Prometheus , first published in 1818.