Natalie: Mr. Monk? My God. Oh, my God, Mr. Monk, I'm so sorry. I can't believe this. What happened? They said you fell down the stairs? [Monk tries to groan] Oh, it's all right. I'm here.
I'll take good care of you, okay?
Nurse: Hi. How's he doing today?
Natalie: I don't know. I just got here.
Nurse: Are you his wife?
Natalie: No, I'm his assistant. And his friend. [Monk groans] I think he's in a lot of pain. He's not very good with pain.
Nurse: Okay, well, this should help.
Adrian Monk: [mumbles]
Natalie: What? Dr. Scott?
Nurse: That's his primary. You're very lucky. Dr. Scott's the greatest.
Natalie: Did you hear that? You have a great doctor. [Monk tries to move his arm away as the nurse hooks up his IV] It's okay, it's okay. Just relax, I've got you. Give me your hand. There you go, just relax.
Nurse: He should have some ice chips.
Natalie: Okay, I'll get them. [Monk grabs Natalie's hand] It's okay. [Monk shifts his eyes towards the IV] Mr. Monk, I just want to tell you that I'm so sorry for leaving you here this morning. It will never happen again. If you are ever in trouble, I will be there for you, I promise. Okay, let go. Let go. I'll be right back. Nurse, excuse me.
I just want to thank you for being so sweet to him. But I wanted to ask you, do you have the kind of ice maker that makes round ice cubes? Because he'd prefer that.
Nurse: We might. So how long have you worked for Mr. Butterworth?
Adrian Monk: Who's Mr. Butterworth? [runs back] Mr. Monk! Mr. Monk! Oh, God. [restricts IV tube] It's okay.