Natalie: Mr. Monk, wasn't there something you wanted to say?
Adrian Monk: Uh, yeah. Chance, I'm sorry for hating you and accusing you of murder, and I've learned a lot, and I'm a better person.
Chance Singer: Hey, you know, we're all just caught here on this crazy, big blue marble doing the best we can. Am I right?
Adrian Monk: Yeah, right.
Chance Singer: Right? Come here. Come here. Come here.
Natalie: He wants a hug.
Chance Singer: Come on. Come here. Little closer. Come on. Oh, yeah. Good. Good. Oh, yeah. You're a good hugger. You smell good. Real good. Good. Thanks.
Natalie: You want a wipe?
Adrian Monk: No, I'm good. [walks towards the ocean]
Natalie: Mr. Monk? Mr. Monk? Mr. Monk!