Natalie: I bet you're hungry. How about some lunch? How about a BLT? And not just any ol' BLT. I'm going to make you a bl-square-t.
Adrian Monk: No, thank you. You know what I am in the mood for?
Natalie: What? Just tell me. Anything.
Adrian Monk: Some chips.
Natalie: Chips.
Adrian Monk: Karma chips. Mmm. Oh, I love them. Just a big bowl of karma chips. And guacamole.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, believe me. You have all the chips. You have the whole bank, okay? I talked to Julie. I told her I'm going to be staying here with you tonight, maybe all weekend. And you can forget about paying me overtime. I'll just take the regular salary.
Adrian Monk: Oh, that's right. It's payday, isn't it?
Natalie: No, I wasn't bringing it up because it's payday. I'm saying you don't have to pay-
Adrian Monk: I'm sorry, Natalie. My checkbook is up there. On the top shelf. I can't seem to reach it.