I loved this. This does prove what I was just saying yesterday and have said before that Monk can be made to doubt himself, even go as far as to make him question whether he is innocent or not! Of course, I was suggesting that maybe a criminal would make him start thinking maybe he was the person to kill Trudy, but I can see how that could be hard to work into an episode and that would be getting maybe a bit too dark for an episode of Monk. But it can be done!
Wait, I guess that means I have more in common with Harold than I thought. Eh, whatever. Great minds freak out alike.
I loved everything in the trunk of the car! The first thing I said was, "That must be a Lincoln. They have two body trunks." And you know what? It was!! I have a new, really un-useful superpower, now, I can identify cars by how many bodies you can fit in their trunks. Okay, maybe just Lincolns. My husband and I had an old Lincoln, we bought a freezer a couple pf years ago and brought it home in the trunk of that car. We jokingly told people for years that we had a two body trunk. My father in law, however, bought a van from a funeral home years ago, it had the velvet curtains in back windows and the curly silver things on the sides, but it had very low mileage and a *lot* of room in the back, and these handy rollers on the floor so it was ideal for my inlaws because they liked to go to auctions and buy antique furniture. They called it The Meat Wagon. I wouldn't have wanted to own it, but I thought it was hilarious. And they got the most morbidly hysterical vehicle award, and for the number of bodies that will fit in the back because there had actually been real bodies in the back of their vehicle. Not that anyone was aware there was a contest. I have a gruesome sense of humor.
But I guess that Truck Therapy is way better than Cave Therapy! And I wish now that we still had that Lincoln. I have been threatening my kids for years on road trips that I was going to lock the two of them in the trunk if they didn't stop bickering. They would probably just continue doing it in the trunk, too, the way that Harold and Adrian did at first- "This is my side...He's on my side!!"
Harold's summation was pretty funny,wasn't it? I loved the expressions on Monk's face in the summations, and the "Monk drowned a woman in her swimming pool today," comment makes a lot more sense now. The actual murderer didn't make a lot of sense, mind you, but it was still a funny, fluff episode.
He wasn't pedaling the bike, he was leaving it all up to Natalie. Typical Monk. Sometimes I don't know why she puts up with him. At least he gave up and joined the group easy enough.
Wow, that was a group of people who should *never* have been put into group therapy! They should have just built a ring, folded up all the chairs and handed them to the patients as weapons! It was seriously like watching the WWE Lite, but only because no one actually smacked anyone with a chair and no one was wearing spandex, thank God. Bring Harold back to Group Therapy in his Frisco Fly outfit!That could be fun. But I did have a huge "AWWWW!" moment at the end when Harold and Monk became friends, finally. The only way it will last is if they never spend more than a couple of seconds in each other's company again, but it's still sweet while it lasts. God forbid if they ever try to play a board game together, it'll be World War III.
HAROLD: 'Trunkaphobia' is a word!! It is!! And it's a triple word score, too!!
Best lines of the night:
"Neven didn't vote for you, suck on that!"
"I'm gonna rezone your neighborhood! I'm gonna put a Kentucky Fried Chicken on your roof!" (Is KFC a new sponsor?)
"Are you crying?" "No, I have allergies."
"There is no Opposite Killer, if there were, you'd have been killed by a falling rocket scientist years ago." Okay, I don't think Randy is stupid, but I do think he should sometimes think a bit more about what comes out of his mouth (admit it, we all *think* things like that, maybe for a second, we just don't *say* them! or not all of them) and that was still pretty funny, no matter who he was saying it about. Randy just needs a few very good filters that he seems to have been born without.
"If I was going to kill somebody, this is how I'd do it, with cleaning supplies." "These aren't your brands!"
"Tell me, how is it up there in Neven's butt? You get lonely? Afraid of the dark?"
"Dr. Bell, I don't know what to feel! Tell me what to feel." "Confused?" "Confused! I can do that."
This episode did need more Stottlemeyer and Disher, though.
Why did Natalie stay right there over the bucket full of bleach and ammonia? I would say it was stupid (Okay it is) but I actually had to stop a woman older than myself from mixing up bleach and ammonia in a bucket of mop water a few years ago. When I yelled, "Don't do that!" She asked, "Why, will it explode?" Sometimes I feel like I should have told her, "No, why don't you go mop the closet, make sure you get the corners really well."