Leyla Zlatavich: Maybe we can talk about the case tonight? Over dinner?
Adrian Monk: Tonight? Yeah, okay.
Leyla Zlatavich: You have my address. 8 o'clock tonight? [kisses Monk on the cheek] Thanks again. I feel much better. [exits]
Natalie: Mr. Monk. [holding wipe]
Adrian Monk: Huh? Yeah. Oh, yeah.
Natalie: You didn't wipe it off.
Adrian Monk: Of course I did.
Natalie: You like her!
Adrian Monk: Natalie, she's a client.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, it's okay to like somebody. Trudy would want you to be happy.
Adrian Monk: I don't like anybody.
Natalie: Yeah, you keep saying that, But then you act all flustered.
Adrian Monk: I am not flustered. Where- Where's my silverware?
Natalie: You threw it out.
Adrian Monk: Why would I do that? [checks the trash can] Okay, fine. Maybe I am a little flustered. You know, I am just not used to being around attractive women. What? What?
Natalie: Nothing.
Adrian Monk: Oh, come on. Natalie! You're not a girl. You're- You're Natalie! Natalie. Nat. You're Nat. [playfully punches Natalie in the arm] Like Natalie, right? [Natalie punches Monk back] Natalie.