Adrian Monk: Oh, but look at these. Amazing. Look at that one. State champions.
Natalie: Okay, it's very nice.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, yeah, look at this one.
Natalie: Yeah, they're all very nice.
Adrian Monk: Yeah, look at that. Look at this. These, these two! I could never believe that they would just leave them sitting in the hallway right next to the exit. I always felt they should be locked away in a vault somewhere.
Natalie: Why? Who's gonna take a bunch of old trophies?
Adrian Monk: I don't know. Maybe somebody who's never won anything in their whole life. Somebody whose mother cleared off a mantel in the living room, just waiting for one of these. Whose mother came to every track meet, even when she was sick. Even when she was dying. Maybe somebody like that. Natalie, I'm talking about me.
Natalie: I know, Mr. Monk. Let's go.