Captain Stottlemeyer: Knock, knock, knock. Hey, how's our patient? You look great.
Lieutenant Disher: Nice wheels. Does that thing have a motor?
Natalie: I'm the motor. I just feel terrible. This is all my fault.
Captain Stottlemeyer: Hey, don't beat yourself up.
Adrian Monk: No, no, no. Let her finish. What were you saying?
Natalie: How sorry I was.
Adrian Monk: That it?
Natalie: How bad I feel.