Adrian Monk: Do you have pliers?
Natalie: What for?
Adrian Monk: Huh, that antenna, it's bent.
Natalie: So what?
Adrian Monk: Well, we could straighten it out. It'll just take a second.
Natalie: Well, it's none of our business. Forget about it.
Adrian Monk: I happen to believe that all men are brothers. Every man's bent antenna diminishes me.
Natalie: What are you talking about?
Adrian Monk: I don't know.
Natalie: Maybe he likes it like that. You don't know. Maybe he did it himself.
Adrian Monk: He didn't bend his own antenna. People don't like things bent. People like things straight. Nice and straight. And even.
Natalie: I'll tell you what people like, Mr. Monk. People like people who mind their own business. Every time I poke my nose some place, I end up regrettin' it. It's bad karma. I will be right back. Stay here. Stay. Good boy.