Adrian Monk: Uh-oh, what is that?
Natalie: What?
Adrian Monk: There's, there's something, is that a hair?
Natalie: Where? No, it's okay. It's just celery.
Adrian Monk: [grins] Natalie. I think I know what happened.
Natalie: What?
Adrian Monk: I solved the case!
Natalie: Why are you talking like that?
Adrian Monk: You see that guy by the window? The guy in the green jacket. When I said there was something in your soup, he reacted. He looked at his soup.
Natalie: His suit?
Adrian Monk: His soup, soup!
Natalie: Well, maybe he heard you.
Adrian Monk: No, he couldn't have. He must have read my lips. He can read lips! That explains everything.
Natalie: It does?
Adrian Monk: Yeah, he's been sitting at that same table every time I've been in here. He must have been sitting there about a month ago. At some point, he looked out the window, and he saw something. Something worth millions of dollars.
Natalie: What? What did he see?
Adrian Monk: He saw Warren Kemp. He's been reading Warren's lips! From that table. He has a perfect view into Warren's office. Buyouts, mergers, that kind of inside information is worth a fortune. Don't look! Don't. He's staring right at us.
Natalie: I'm sure everyone is, the way you're grinning.
Adrian Monk: That's okay. He'll just think we're in love.
Natalie: You don't look like you're in love. You look like somebody who's had some sort of industrial accident.