Leonard: When a mistake's been made, I've always found it best to simply be up-front about it.
Francis: English, I didn't cut the boss' pants too short, I shot his son in the face.
Leonard: If we only allowed angels to be customers, soon we'd have no customers at all.
Roy: Monk.
Roy: Who walks out into the cold, in December, in Chicago, without his coat?
Monk: I ain't good at riddles.