Monk, Season 8

Natalie:
I am not giving up, Mr. Monk. You are officially on notice. I am throwing you a party.

Monk:
As a matter of fact, you are not.

Natalie:
Oh, yes I am. We're going to have balloons and cake and dancing!

Monk:
Oh, for the love of God, why?

Natalie:
Because, Mr. Monk, it's your birthday, and whether you like it or not, you have friends who love you and want to celebrate your life. We're happy you were born.

Monk:
You are so cruel.

[They see a small sheet on a stretcher covering what remains of Bradley Foster]

Natalie:
Oh my God! Where's the rest of him? [Stottlemeyer and some other cops come up from beneath the compactor]

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
That's all there is [of him].

Natalie:
But he's all... squished!

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
His name was Bradley Foster; he was the maintenance man. Apparently he fell into the trash compactor.

Lt. Disher:
We've sent a guy to check the parking lot for his car.

Capt. Stottlemeyer:
I'd look for a compact. [The other cops burst out laughing]

Natalie:
That's not funny!

Uniformed Cop #2:
Hey did you see what he was wearing? Those aren't briefs; they're more like boxers! [more laughter]