Adrian Monk: Was there anything else in the box? Natalie, when did it arrive? The postmark says Pacific Heights. Do you know anybody in pacific heights?
Natalie: No.
Adrian Monk: They misspelled your name. T-e-a-g-e-r. Who spells your name like that?
Natalie: The devil.
Adrian Monk: Excuse me?
Natalie: The head's been cut off. That's what it means. I'm- I'm gonna be decapitated.
Adrian Monk: No, it doesn't mean anything. I mean, it could've broken off in shipping, right? Oh, no, you're right.
It has been cut with some kind of scalpel.
Natalie: What's gonna happen to Julie?
Adrian Monk: Hey, look at me. Natalie, look at me. All right, this is me talking. Nothing is going to happen. I don't know what's going on here, but it isn't hoodoo, and it isn't voodoo. Someone is just trying to scare you. Voodoo isn't real, okay? It's a fairy tale.
Natalie: You've been asking me all week, how can I believe in this stuff? When Mitch first started his tour, I lived in South Carolina. We had a little apartment off base. There was this woman who lived down the hall, Ms. Ayida. She claimed to be a voodoo priestess. She said that Mitch was in danger. She told me to warn him. I didn't say anything. I didn't warn him. I guess I didn't take it seriously. The next day he was shot down.
Adrian Monk: And you blame yourself?
Natalie: It's not a fairy tale, Mr. Monk.