[Monk has caught an escaped convict hiding in his apartment. Unable to get his pistol lockbox open in time, he just hits the convict over the head with it]
MMonk
Don't move! There's a gun in here! Take my word for it.
?"Joe Endicott"
Adrian, wait! Who are you calling?
MMonk
Who do you think?
?"Joe Endicott"
No, wait! You don't want to do that!
MMonk
I don't, huh?
?"Joe Endicott"
No, come on! Put the phone down, and-and the "gun"!
I hate to break the news to you, Adrian, but you already have a real family. In many ways, your situation is typical; I've seen it quite often. [Monk raises his eyebrows]