Lieutenant Disher: Monk, can I ask you a question? What do you normally charge? You know, for someone who wants to hire you. I mean, not the department. A private party.
Adrian Monk: Like who?
Lieutenant Disher: Like me.
Natalie: Is this about the dentist?
Adrian Monk: The captain called us. He said you had a reaction to the anesthesia. You were probably hallucinating.
Lieutenant Disher: No, I wasn't hallucinating. It really happened. It was as real as you are right now standing in front of me.
Adrian Monk: Randy, I'm not standing. But if you need my help you don't have to pay me. All you have to do is ask. I mean, you're one of my oldest friends. I've known you for years.
Lieutenant Disher: Thank you. I want you to come back to the dentist's office with me.
Adrian Monk: Let me finish. Unfortunately, at the moment, I have a lot of things on my plate.
Natalie: No, you don't.
Adrian Monk: Well, I have this armored car thing. I have to read this whole file that's about 120 pages. And I just found a typo, by the way. And I have to replace the lint filter on my dryer. Filters do not replace themselves.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, can I talk to you for a minute?
Adrian Monk: I have to talk to Natalie for a minute.