Adrian Monk: Hi. I wonder if you could keep it down. You're disturbing the neighbors.
John Keyes: I'm practicing. I'm a musician.
Adrian Monk: I understand, but it's so loud. And you've been playing all day, and... [Monk looks over at Marge's house]
John Keyes: Oh, I get it. The crone from next door sent you.
Adrian Monk: She's not a crone.
John Keyes: But what are you, her favorite nephew? Look, you tell your auntie that I'm an artist and I'm expressing myself. What, if if Picasso was living next door to her, would she be complaining about him?
Adrian Monk: I'm not her nephew. I'm with police. More or less.
John Keyes: More or less?
Adrian Monk: Yeah. [clears throat]
John Keyes: Okay.
Adrian Monk: Okay what?
John Keyes: Well, I was gonna take a break anyway.
Adrian Monk: Okay, then. Okay. Well, have a nice quiet day.