Natalie: That couple over there. They've been on the news all week, their daughter was murdered. Mr. Monk, they're staring at you. I bet they want to hire you. They want you to solve the case.
Adrian Monk: No, thank you.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, you can't say no. This was their daughter.
Adrian Monk: Natalie, you know how busy I am. I'm doing my taxes, I'm rotating the couch cushions... I'm just going to tell them I can't do it. They're probably gonna start crying, right?
Natalie: Probably.
Adrian Monk: Uh, they'll probably show me pictures of their daughter. Pictures of her when she was a kid, pulling a little red wagon. There'll probably be a dog in the wagon. There's always a dog. Then they're going to start begging, offering me all the money they have, and they're going to go on and on, and on. And, "The police can't do anything. You're the only one who could help us." The crying and the weeping and the pleading. [The couple approach Monk] Okay, fine. Fine. You win! I'll take the case.