
MONK: Would you look at this? It's disgraceful! There ought to be a law against such hap-hazard woodcutting. I mean, look at it!
NATALIE: Mr. Monk, it's not that big a deal, really--
MONK: Not that-- How can you say that? They're all different lengths, the ends are uneven...How can you say it's no big deal?!
NATALIE: Because someone's shooting at us! That's a big deal!
MONK: ...Fine... But we're coming back to this later.
NATALIE: I'm sure we will. GET DOWN!
MONK: But...There's dirt on the ground... Oh, fine... Doesn't matter now, I'm all dirty. The cleaning bill is coming out of your salary.

"And this is how I look thoughtful and intense."
And it was then that Randy realized he had stumbled into one of those artistic photos with the dramatic lighting; the kind that made his eyes look so pale and striking. He hoped that Natalie would notice before the moment passed.

"Excuse me, Mr. Red Shirt? Get your hand off my butt before this becomes a Star Trek episode."