Monk, Season 7

[Natalie has found Monk in the park and Monk is trying to do a cartwheel]

Monk:
You know how I feel? Liberated. I should've confronted that S-O you-know-what years ago! B. I still can't believe I won.

Natalie:
You know, Mr. Monk, I don't think anyone really won anything.

Monk:
You're right. Except me. I won big-time.

Natalie:
Are you gonna start singing?

Monk:
You know I almost could. You know what I am gonna do? I'm gonna do a cartwheel. [calls out] I'm gonna do a cartwheel. You might want to step back. It's my first cartwheel. I'm gonna do it right here. [He puts wipes on the ground] What am I doing? A man's been killed, right? A man's been stabbed to death.

Natalie:
Yeah, that's what I've been saying.

Monk:
This is no time for cartwheels. [starts to pick up his wipes] On the other hand, I have been waiting 40 years for this! I mean, this is a moment to savor, it might never happen again! I'm doing the cartwheel! [puts them back on the ground] My God, it's ghoulish! One man dead, another going to jail. Am I a ghoul?

Natalie:
No, Mr. Monk, you're not a ghoul!

Monk:
What is a ghoul?

Natalie:
I don't know.

Monk:
I don't care! The man is my archenemy! One cartwheel, I've gotta do it! [tries again] I can't. Natalie, do the cartwheel!

Natalie:
What?

Monk:
Come on, it's a good compromise: cartwheel by proxy. And don't forget to say "Whee" while you're doing it. Gotta say "Whee"- [He grabs Natalie by her right arm]

Natalie:
Yeah, no, thank you.

[Monk stops, having been transfixed to a police officer's holstered gun]

Monk:
Oh no.

Natalie:
What is it? What happened?

Monk:
Brody. He had a gun.