Musical cards don't play nonstop. They have to be opened up wide enough to activate the chip, and they will turn off once closed again.
At the beginning of the episode when Natalie is looking for the pizza guy, she obviously has no clue as to where he might be, as she is not following him. So it seems very strange that she manages to find him at a spot that is later identified by the police as a place where there are no homes and just some warehousing. If she were looking for a pizza delivery guy, she would surely stick to places he'd be likely to be delivering to.
Disher: That's the worst part, getting used to it. It's something you never get used to.
Natalie: It can't be broken. It's a bubble on a stick.
Monk: I use this level to check the other level. It's my level-checking level.
Stottlemeyer: I did not think it was possible for you to get sick. Well, that's one plucky little microbe. Yeah, for a germ, you've got to be like climbing Mount Everest.
Monk: Wipe. Wipe. Wipe! Stottlemeyer: Gee, I'm fresh out.
Monk: I'm not panicky. Where's the ambulance?
Natalie: Ninety-nine point nine. Monk: (groans) Natalie: (puts the thermometer against a fluorescent light and rereads it) There you go, Mr. Monk. An even hundred.
Monk: Julie, don't look. Turn around. Julie: (giggles) I've seen people blow their nose before, Mr. Monk.
Natalie: (pulling Julie's get-well card out from under the mattress) Were you trying to muffle this? Monk: I was trying to kill it.
Monk: Natalie, you have to do your job. Natalie: I'm sorry, Mr. Monk. I can't. I'm too busy doing yours.
Monk: (to Julie) It's not exactly a letter. It's what we grownups call a living will.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, you don't have the Ebola virus.
Natalie: (on the phone) You have massive internal bleeding? Monk: (groans) I believe I do. Ahhh. It's my opinion. Natalie: No, Mr. Monk. You have the flu.
Monk: I see letters. Natalie: It's alphabet soup. Monk: "A." Natalie: You don't have to eat them in order.
Monk: (looking for a C in his soup) False alarm. It's a broken Q.
Natalie: It can't be her [an imaginary cat]. Snowflake is black.
Stottlemeyer: What is this thing? Monk: It's a humidifier. Stottlemeyer: What's that one? Monk: Dehumidifier. Stottlemeyer: (long pause) Well, don't they cancel each other out? Monk: (whispers) Exactly.
Stottlemeyer: (pounding a trash bag) Monk, I know you probably can't tell because I'm hiding it so well, but I really don't like this.
Monk: (to Natalie) Get out of there! But don't forget the cough drops.
Monk: They always forget the lightswitch.
Julie: It's not rock and roll, Mr. Monk. It's "Polly Wolly Doodle."
The origins of the children's song "Polly Wolly Doodle" are unknown, but it goes back at least to the 1840s, when it was performed by Daniel Decatur Emmett and his Virginia Minstrels.
S 8 : Ep 16
Aired 12/4/09 (43:07)
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S 8 : Ep 13
Aired 11/13/09 (42:36)
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