Disclaimer: I don't own or claim to own Monk
"You know what you're problem is," Harold Krenshaw told Monk, "You don't know how to do things right. Y-you let things go when you shouldn't. You don't let things go when you should. You play favorites"
"Oh I do all that huh," Monk shouted back, "THAT'S A LOAD OF NONSENSACAL NONSENSE"
"Oh really! Last week at the Shift and Shop."
"What about it!"
"If it were HER you would have just let it go!"
"Do they always fight like this," Leland asked Natalie observing this interaction between Monk and Harold.
"What her? Her who? Who's her?"
"Oh Trinity or whatever her name was," Harold shot back.
Monk rolled his eyes.
"You can't even remember her name," Monk came back, "How dare you talk about her like she's just a fleeting thought"
"And here we go," Natalie said
"Don't you think you should break the fight up"
"Maybe," Natalie said, "Take care of this and I will"
She handed him a totally bogus ticket that had been written up during the Blue Flu incident.
"I was going to take care of that anyway," he said
"SHE'S BEEN DEAD FOR YEARS! YOU SHOULD LET IT GO ALREADY. YOU'RE JUST JEALOUS BECAUSE MY WIFE IS STILL ALIVE"
Natalie whistled.
"You know what your problem is," Natalie said, "You two have too much in common. If you actually talked with each other instead of fighting with each other you might actually become friends"
"I would never be friends with that JERK," Monk said, "He couldn't even remember my wife's name. He called her 'Trinity or whatever her name was"
"I know Mr. Monk and that's awful.
"I don't deny that you two have… well different styles. But I want you two to stop squabbling now"
"Different styles. Try different species."
"Tell you what Mr. Monk lets go to that new museum.
"They have an exhibit on cleaning"
Monk followed excitedly as she led him out the door.
"Can I come too," Harold asked.
"Only," Natalie replied, "If you two stop squabbling"
And they did for now.