Chance Singer: Mr. Monk?
Adrian Monk: Yeah, look at that cloud. What does that cloud look like to you?
Chance Singer: Huh? What cloud?
Adrian Monk: Oh, there's a cloud. Way up there. You guys talk. I'm gonna keep looking at it for a while.
Chance Singer: Well, hey, if you're ever in, uh, San Diego, give us a call. You won't have to crouch in the closet this time.
Adrian Monk: Okay.
Natalie: I'd love to. But I promised Mr. Monk I wouldn't be visiting any nude beaches until five years after he's dead.