Sharona: Hello, Adrian.
Adrian: What year is this?
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Sharona: Umm... I am still in Jersey, and I'm nursing again.
Adrian: Really?
Sharona: Mm-hmm.
Adrian: But isn't Benjy like 17?
Sharona: No... I'm working as a nurse.
Adrian: Oh, well, that's different.
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Adrian: Hey.
Sharona: Mm.
Adrian: You still got it.
Sharona: It's like riding a bike.
Adrian: Oh, man.
Sharona: A very clean, very unusual, very sad bike.
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Adrian: I got this myself. Okay, she got me the wipe. It's just a wipe. I mean, come on. There's nothing going on. Sometimes a wipe is just a wipe. I'm talking too much. Am I still taking now? God, I'm still talking.
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Natalie: You paid her $20 a week more than me.
Adrian: She had a kid.
Natalie: I have a kid!
Adrian: Her kid ate more.
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Sharona: Do you mind if she calls you Adrian?
Adrian: Of course not. Why would I mind?
Natalie: Okay. Adrian.
Adrian: Yeah, see I don't like it either.
Natalie: Me either.
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Adrian: She didn't mean anything. Nobody means anything.
Sharona: Nobody means anything. What does that mean?
Adrian: Doesn't mean anything.
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Stottlemeyer: I love Natalie. And I love Sharona, too. They're wonderful women. You got lucky twice. But together they're like bourbon and vodka. I love them both, but I can't have them at the same meal because they don't mix. These women are so different, Monk. They're going to tear you apart like a piece of saltwater taffy.
Adrian: I know, I've been a piece of taffy all day. Natalie's been acting like Mary, Queen of Scots. She wants more money. I mean, she won't lay down in the dirt when I ask her. I'm losing her.
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Sharona: Well, I don't believe it. You're not perfect. You could be wrong.
Adrian: Maybe, but I'm not.
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Natalie: How about this? It's the ninth floor, right? Let's take the elevator up to four and then walk up five flights.
Adrian: Yeah, that sounds fair.
Sharona: Or we take the elevator up to level five and walk four flights.
Adrian: Can't argue with that.
Sharona: You treat him like a child.
Natalie: He's not a child.
Sharona: I did not say he's a child. I said you're treating him like a child.
Natalie: Oh, I'm being supportive.
Sharona: No, you're not being supportive. You're enabling him.
Adrian: Okay, here's what we gonna do and take it up to 18 and walk down 9 flights. That way everybody's miserable.
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Natalie: Well, he can't go too far. he can't sleep without his Trudy pillow.
Sharona: Or that special red toothbrush.
Natalie: Or his little flossing kit.
Sharona: Or the sound machine with that foghorn noise.
Natalie: Actually, that one broke. And they discontinued the model.
Sharona: Really? What did you do?
Natalie: I went out and bought an actual foghorn and made my own tape. I'm not kidding. I have an actual foghorn sitting in my garage.
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(at Trudy's grave)
Adrian: You found me.
Natalie: Have you been here all day?
Adrian: I've been here for 12 years.
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Natalie: Let's go home. We'll make you dinner.
Sharona: Is Tuesday still chicken pot pie?
Adrian: Why? What have you heard?
Sharona: Of course it is. I don't even know why I asked.
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