Adrian Monk: Commander, sir?
Commander Nathan Whitaker: Yes.
Adrian Monk: You're obviously very busy turning knobs and up-periscoping. Why don't you just drop us off and we will be out of your hair. How about... Uh, right there, Seal Beach? Right there? We could take a taxi.
Natalie: No, actually, Fisherman's Wharf. It's a little bit closer. If it's not out of your way.
Adrian Monk: We could turn back around this way.
Commander Nathan Whitaker: We are not turning around for anything. This is a fleet-wide attack-submarine-warfare exercise. For all intents and purposes, this ship is at war. Do you understand that?
Adrian Monk: Oh, yes, okay. I... Yes, I get... How much do you want? She'll pay 'cause her father is loaded. You've heard of Davenport toothpaste? That's the one with the girl who...
Commander Nathan Whitaker: I've finished talking. You are now the guests of the United States Navy until the completion of this exercise. Four, maybe five days.
Adrian Monk: D- Days? Comin' about! Blinker, blinker!
Commander Nathan Whitaker: What's he doing?
Adrian Monk: Comin' about! Blinker, blinker, blinker.
Commander Nathan Whitaker: That's the sonar. You're turning the sonar tower.