Natalie: I have an announcement too. I'm not giving up. I am never giving up. 'Cause you broke my daughter's heart, and you killed that poor waitress down the street.
John Hannigan: Now I've killed a waitress. This is getting more pathetic by the minute.
Natalie: Which explains what you were doing there. You never review community theater. And what about this?
Adrian Monk: Ugh.
John Hannigan: It's-
Captain Stottlemeyer: What is that?
John Hannigan: It's a Chinese dumpling.
Natalie: I found it in your trash can. [Monk gags] These are your bite marks. Look. The strawberry from the crime scene. It's a perfect match.
Lieutenant Disher: Actually, we can't match it. The strawberry was too soft. We couldn't get a cast.
Natalie: Well, it looks the same to me. Mr. Monk. [Monk murmurs]
John Hannigan: It's quite all right, gentlemen. I've dealt with stage mothers before. They're almost all delusional and, to some extent, unstable. It's sad, really. My advice to you is to worry about your own problems and not try to live vicariously through your daughter. I wish I could stay, but I have a column to finish. You can keep the dumpling.
Natalie: You monster!
Captain Stottlemeyer: She's not with us, I mean, not officially.
Natalie: You're gonna rot in hell!
Captain Stottlemeyer: Not with us.