Adrian Monk: Look at this guy. He's eating out of two trays at one time. He's keeping them even. They're perfectly even.
Carl: Yeah, it's Sergeant Pepper. Hey, you want him? You can have him for free. We can't get rid of him. Customers keep bringing him back.
Natalie: How come?
Carl: Mm, he's depressing, he doesn't talk, he just mopes around, cleaning himself, straightening up his cage.
His cage always has to be perfect.
Natalie: Hmm. What's wrong with him?
Adrian Monk: His wife died.
Carl: Yeah. That's right. We had a female in there with him. She died about a year ago. He hasn't been the same ever since.
Natalie: Well, why don't you put another female in there?
Adrian Monk: It won't work. He'll never feel the same way about anybody else.
Carl: Yeah, that's right. We tried it, but I'm afraid Sergeant Pepper's just gonna grow old and die alone in his little cage. [walks away]
Natalie: So what was her name?
Adrian Monk: Trudy.