Lt. Richard Tufts: [Referring to Judy] I take her to be a lady of quality.
Capt. Quincy Wyatt: Why? Because she has a servant?

Capt. Quincy Wyatt: An interesting thing about the way the Seminoles bury their warriors. The sit 'em up and put war paint on 'em, set a bowl of fresh food alongside of 'em and then stick their favorite weapon in their hands and then they cover 'em up. With a great chief like that over yonder, they throw in the first newborn child to be born after he died.
Lt. Richard Tufts: Why do they do a thing like that for?
Capt. Quincy Wyatt: Well, they believe when a man dies, his spirit leaves the body and enters that of the first newborn. And in regarding a chief that high like that, they don't want the spirit to be passed on down to somebody that ain't fit to carry it.

Capt. Quincy Wyatt: They still don't like fightin' at night. But they'll come a hootin' and a hollerin' at dawn!
Monk: It makes me fonder than ever of moonshine.

Capt. Quincy Wyatt: You just didn't didn't come over here to pass the time of day. W-what's troublin' your mind?
Judy Beckett: Well, since you ask, I'm a little curious to know if I'm gonna get out of here alive.
Capt. Quincy Wyatt: Why should you know more than anyone else?
Judy Beckett: Because I've got a lot to do. I've made too many plans for too long a time to have them all end up in a swamp.
Capt. Quincy Wyatt: Well, all I can tell you to ease your mind is that I don't intend to commit suicide.

Capt. Quincy Wyatt: You know, you can't go through life trying to get even. You know, you can't carry a grudge forever.

Monk: [tiring of the diet] Fish and turtles! Nothing but fish and turtles! I'm about to grow gills!

Monk: [to Tufts] Shakin' hands with an Indian's like pumpin' a well!

Monk: These injuns smell a little gamey, Captain. They rub skunk oil on themselves to keep off bugs and flies.