Adrian Monk: Natalie, look what you've done. This death trap is worse than the other death trap.
Natalie: Sorry, Mr. Monk.
Dean Berry: Are you all right?
Natalie: Is Mr. Monk okay?
Dean Berry: This girl is dehydrated. Has she not had a steady intake of fluids?
Adrian Monk: I don't know.
Dean Berry: Has she been sleeping?
Adrian Monk: I don't know.
Dean Berry: Does she eat?
Adrian Monk: Well, I think... I don't know.
Dean Berry: Stay right here. I'm going to get you some juice and some vitamins.
Natalie: Okay, thanks.
Dean Berry: You're going to be fine. [gives Monk a dirty look]
Adrian Monk: Dear God, what have I done? [offers Natalie] Wipe?