Adrian Monk: And I've been thinking about Natalie. I've become so dependent on her. Too dependent. I don't know what I'm gonna do if she leaves. I mean, I should say "when she leaves," because it's just a matter of time. She's gonna die, or find another job. Either way, I'm screwed.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, I don't really feel comfortable about this.
Adrian Monk: Well, it's Monday morning, 9:00 AM. I have to talk to somebody.
Natalie: Okay, but you cannot talk about me. Okay? I'm off limits.
Adrian Monk: Fine. So, when I was 12, my mother decided to go back to work. She said it was only part time, but she was gone almost every night.
Natalie: Mmm, that's hard. I know. I remember when my mother started to do volunteer work. It was so difficult-
Adrian Monk: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?
Natalie: I'm just talking.
Adrian Monk: That's not how it works. Nobody cares about your problems.