Natalie: It's number 12.
Adrian Monk: Number 12, how do you know?
Natalie: I saw the list.
Adrian Monk: The security guard just showed you the list?
Natalie: Not exactly, I caught a glimpse of it as he was bending over.
Adrian Monk: Why was he bending over?
Natalie: To help me look for my earring. [gasps] I lost my earring. Oh, my God. It's irreplaceable. It was a gift from my aunt Lisa on her deathbed. I think it might've fallen over... [points] there.