Monk, Season 5

Natalie:
Mr. Monk, come on! Let's have some fun! [snaps her fingers] You said you were gonna show me your dorm room!

Monk:
Well, it's right here. This is it, old #303. Uh-oh! Tie on the doorknob! [A tie is wrapped around the doorknob] My roommate and I did the same thing, it's a code.

Natalie:
Yeah, I think I might know about that.

Monk:
Yeah, it means, "Don't come in! I'm reorganizing my closet!" [Natalie stares at him incredulously]

Natalie:
Your closet?

Monk:
Yeah. My roommate in freshman year, Greg, he reorganized his closet, 4-5 times a week.

Natalie:
Uh-huh, and did his girlfriend ever come over to help?

Monk:
Oh yeah, all the time, they were real neat freaks. I used to tease them about it. "Neat freaks!" [spots something in the student lounge] Oh my God. Oh…my…God! [Natalie moves aside] I…can't…believe it! [They walk in] He's still here. Hello, old friend. [Monk walks over to the refrigerator] Remember me? Oh, I knew we'd meet again. It is our destiny. [puts his hand on the freezer door] Natalie, put your hand right there.

[Natalie puts her right hand on the freezer door]

Monk:
You feel that? [long beat]

Natalie:
No.

Monk:
He's afraid. Step back. Step back. [pulls his hand into his sleeve] I'm going in. [Monk opens the freezer door, and they find the freezer totally frosted over. Natalie turns away, disgusted]