Monk: Are we building something?
I swear the girders weren’t here yesterday.
Thistle: Hm, don’t think so.
You don’t have any paint.
Monk: What’s paint got to do with it?
Thistle: Good question. Let me ask my thesaurus.
Says here a girder is like a beam.
Monk: Oh, well that changes everything.
WHARVED 