All language subtitles for Monk_S08E03_Mr. Monk and the UFO.English (CC)

[quirky music playing]

Are you mad at me?

You're mad at me.

I'm a detective. I can tell.

I didn't do anything wrong.

You didn't do anything.
That's the problem.

You didn't say a single word all night.

I don't understand.
Why did you want to come?

You begged me to invite you.

I didn't want to be alone.
You were gonna be gone all weekend.

It's embarrassing.
Those people are my oldest friends.

Everybody thought
you were sick or something.

You just walked around rearranging spoons
and plates and sweeping up crumbs.

Couldn't you have at least tried?

I tried. I smiled. I smiled a lot.

You were wincing!

That's my smile. That's how I smile.

-I'm just not a people person.
-What does that mean?

What does that mean? You're not human?

You know what? That would explain a lot.

It wouldn't explain everything,
but it would explain a lot.

[bang]

-Uh…
-Did you hear that?

That can't be good.

-[Monk] Why are we in this car?
-[Natalie] I told you.

Julie borrowed my car.
She's moving some furniture.

We are in the wrong car.

-This is the wrong car!
-Well, it's too late now!

[engine sputters]

Ugh.

It's not the radiator hose.

-What about that?
-That's the radiator hose. It's not that.

It's not the battery.
It's not the alternator.

-What about that?
-That's the radiator hose, Mr. Monk.

You keep pointing to the same thing.
Here. Call for help.

-It says "no signal."
-Well, then go try over there.

Ow!

[soft, mysterious music playing]

["It's a Jungle Out There"
by Randy Newman playing]

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Disorder and confusion everywhere ♪

♪ No one seems to care, well, I do ♪

♪ Hey, who's in charge here? ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

♪ Poison in the very air we breathe ♪

♪ Do you know what's in the water
That you drink? ♪

♪ Well, I do, and it's amazing ♪

♪ People think I'm crazy
'Cause I worry all the time ♪

♪ If you paid attention
You'd be worried too ♪

♪ You better pay attention
Or this world we love so much ♪

♪ Might just kill you ♪

♪ I could be wrong now ♪

♪ But I don't think so ♪

♪ 'Cause it's a jungle out there ♪

♪ It's a jungle out there ♪

Well, for starters,
you got a blown solenoid.

That's just for starters.

Mr. Monk, everybody needs
their eyes checked.

Stop saying that. I don't need glasses.
I definitely saw something.

-It was some kind of aircraft.
-I'm sure you did, Mr. Monk.

At least you think you did.

It knocked out one,
two, three routing switches.

Fried some wiring.
It's gonna run you 300, parts and labor.

-Oh, God. Well, when will it be ready?
-Tomorrow if you're lucky.

Excuse me. Is there
an Air Force base around here?

An Air Force base?
Can't say there is, 'cause there ain't.

Oh. Weather station?

No. We got a new putt-putt course
out on Highway 9.

You're probably wondering why I'm asking.

Not particularly.

I, uh, I saw something
in the sky last night.

-Uh… Some kind of hovering thing.
-A hovering thing? Like a flying saucer?

Not a saucer, no.

Okay, yes. Yes, it was sort of…
saucer-shaped.

-I know that sounds crazy
-Not to me. I saw a ghost once.

Okay.

What?

Not the same thing.

I saw a ghost.
It was in my stepfather's barn.

Right. Right, right.

What you saw was real…
but I didn't see a ghost?

There's a difference. I'm not you.

I… [sighs] I make my living
up here… see, with my head.

-You're calling me stupid.
-No. [nervous laugh]

No, that's not what he meant.

Well, maybe I'm not smart enough
to fix your car.

No. No, no, no, no.
Sir, sir, sir. Mister, Mister, um…

Boom.

What my friend meant to say…

No, no, no, no. You can fix the car.
You're car smart.

I'm car smart? Is that what you just said?

-I don't remember.
-[mechanic] Okay, you know what?

-Here's my new estimate, $800.
-You just said 300!

Well, I must've added the numbers wrong.
I was confused.

You see, I'm not really smart up here.

I'll go write it up.

-Apologize.
-Okay, I'm sorry.

-Not to me. To the guy.
-What for?

-You called him stupid!
-Well… [chuckles]

You can't say things like that, Mr. Monk.
He's a human being. He has feelings.

Do you have no empathy at all
for other people?

Put yourself in his place.

-You know, imagine being him.
-Okay, I'm him.

Oh, God, I got to go take a shower
and finish high school.

-Sorry.
-Yeah. Yeah, me too.

We don't accept checks.

-[phone rings]
-Stottlemeyer.

-Captain. Hey, it's Natalie.
-Hey.

Uh, I don't think we're gonna be
making that training seminar today.

Oh, that's all right.
We can reschedule it.

What's going on? You okay?

-[Natalie] Yeah, I think so.
-You think so?

Well, I'm in Nevada with Mr. Monk.
My car broke down.

We're in some town called Vintonville.

I've never heard of it.

Yeah, I don't think it's on any maps.

-What's wrong with the car?
-I don't know.

There's only one mechanic in town.

His name is Boom Boom
and he already hates us.

[laughs] How's Monk holding up?

Not so good. He thinks he saw a UFO.

Really?

Well, maybe they're there
to take him home.

Maybe that's his ride.

[Stottlemeyer laughs]

That's what I said!

Captain?

That would explain a lot, wouldn't it?

[soft, curious music playing]

I'm really worried, Sheriff.

I can see that, Dolly.

It's not like her.

All her lights have been out
for four days.

-How do you explain that?
-We both know what Marge is like.

Remember three years ago?

She ran off to Reno
with the accordion player.

-Excuse me.
-I'll be right with you.

-Unless it's an emergency.
-No.

Good, good.

Because, frankly, I wouldn't know
what to do if it was.

Why didn't she ask me
to bring in her mail?

-She always asks me to bring in her mail.
-Because maybe she left in a hurry.

Maybe she got swept off her feet.
This is Marge we're talking about.

-Can't you go in and look around.
-I don't have any cause, Dolly.

It's only been four days.

Come on, I will bet you a slice
of your award-winning pecan pie

that next week she shows up
with a new boyfriend

or a new tattoo or both.

It is gonna work itself out,
I promise. It always does.

[sighs]

Everybody's business
is everybody else's business.

That's why we live here, I guess.

So, how can I help you, Mister, um…

-Monk. Adrian Monk.
-Mr. Monk.

I was at a wedding last night
in Montville with my assistant.

And we were driving home
and the car broke down.

It was about a mile north of here.
There was a bridge.

-Yeah, West Creek Bridge.
-Well, I saw something.

-Okay.
-In… In the sky.

Ah.

Yeah, it… it was about 10:30,
and it was all lit up.

It was hovering there.

And, uh, and it went zipping around.

You saw a UFO?

-No. No, I didn't say that.
-Oh.

[clears throat]

So, uh, was it an object?

Yes.

Uh, could you identify it?

-No, no.
-No.

And it was flying.

-Yes.
-You add that all up, Mr. Monk,

you've got yourself a UFO.

Okay, look. All I'm asking is this.

Did anyone else see anything last night?

No, sir. Nothing was reported.

[sighs]

You know, the weather out here
can be a little bit tricky.

Occasionally, we get something
called dry lightning.

No, this wasn't lightning.
It was a vehicle.

It was a flying thing.

Okay.

-Where… where are you staying?
-We're at the Sleep Inn out on Route 4.

Okay, well, I will call you
if I hear anything.

-Thank you so much for stopping by.
-Okay, can I just say one thing here?

Okay, I am not one of those,
you know, nuts.

I'm a former detective.

I work with the San Francisco Police
quite a bit.

In fact, you can call them.

That won't be necessary.

I believe you saw what you saw.

Let me show you something.

These are the cases that I have pending.

I've got a rabid raccoon on the loose.

And I've got teenagers
knocking over some mailboxes.

And now, I've got Dolly who thinks
that her neighbor's gone missing.

And this is a busy week for me.

To tell you the truth,
I kind of hope you're right.

I mean, a Martian invasion

would be quite a nice change of pace
around here. [scoffs]

Look there! What's that?
What's that over there?

-Mr. Monk, it's a firefly.
-Oh, yeah.

While I was at the library,

I did some research on U… you know, F…

-UFOs.
-Right.

And they said it's usually swamp gas.

Yeah, you could be right.

Except we're 3,000 miles
from the nearest swamp.

No, I think I was just tired
and seeing things.

Yeah, that's what I think.

Mr. Monk, Ms. Teeger,

I got your message about
your staying another night.

-Yeah, is that okay?
-Sure, no problem.

Stay as long as you want.

It's nice to have the company,
and the truth is, it's been pretty quiet.

Is there a problem with your room?

I couldn't help noticing
all your cleaning supplies.

Oh, no, no. It's fine. The hotel's great.

This is just a hobby.

He only bought one bag.

That's like giving you a gold star.

[laughs]

Natalie?

-Natalie, Natalie, Natalie.
-What?

Cheese and crackers.

You see that?

-Are you nodding?
-Yeah, I am.

[all] Whoa!

[sighs]

[groans]

[grumbles]

[deep breath]

[light music playing]

[grumbles]

[groans]

[exhales]

[excited chatter]

I bet they came from Andromeda
from the first or second nebulae,

which means they've been
traveling for 5,217 years.

There are no inhabitable planets
in the Andromeda galaxy, Nimrod.

Don't call him Nimrod.

-It's okay. It's my name.
-Oh.

Hey! Guys!

Guys, you know there was
a sighting here 65 years ago.

Government said
that it was a weather balloon.

-A weather balloon?
-Excuse me.

Did you make the video,
the one on the internet?

That was me.

Where'd you see it?

Over there, right above that tree.

Oh.

-Who are they?
-Oh, it's the internet, Mr. Monk.

-News like this travels fast.
-Ah, the internet people.

Hi. Is this the lobby?

-It's right over there.
-What's going on here?

-Is there a loser convention in town?
-Somebody saw a flying saucer.

-A flying saucer?
-I know.

The image I saw was clearly
a class four intergalactic doom freighter.

Flying saucer?

They're coming for the oxygen.

Have the negotiations started yet?

Uh, we haven't heard.

I'm gonna call, see if the car's ready.

Yeah, dial fast. Dial like the wind.

Excuse me. The hotel clerk said
that you were the Alpha contact.

The Alpha contact?

The first to see them.

Did the saucer make any noise?
Were the lights blinking?

And was it like a random blinking
or was it more rhythmic?

Were you probed?

Uh, nah… nah… no.

Are you sure?

They probe and give you an amnesia pill.

Yeah, I'd remember.

Sometimes they give you
a frontal lobotomy.

I'd still remember. Natalie!

-[beeping]
-[Natalie] Yeah.

Um, pardon me. Pardon me.

The part's not in yet.
I think he's still mad at you.

-Call him again. Call him back!
-It was just two minutes ago.

Well, offer him more money.
Offer to marry him!

They found the landing site!

[chattering]

[detector beeping]

[beeping]

Uh. Excuse me. Don't touch that.

That could be evidence.

One, two, three, four depressions.
Maybe it's from the landing gear.

Holy moly!
This one actually might be real!

A real one finally.
Can't wait to tell my stepdad.

-He's been laughing at me for 20 years.
-[laughs]

Look at these burn marks.
They must be from the… from the…

from the… what do you call it?
The thrusters.

Somebody should get a picture of this.

-[sighs] So, what do you think?
-I can't think.

All these internet people.

We're going to fan out
and look for the rest of the fleet.

Great idea. Fan out. Fan way out.

Way, way, way, way out.

Well, there was something here.

I mean, something made these impressions.

It had to be last night
because it rained yesterday.

Mr. Monk, isn't it possible?
We both saw what we saw.

No! No, it is not possible.

Of course, it's possible.

As Carl Sagan said, "It's pure hubris
to assume our tiny blue marble

could contain the only
intelligent life in the galaxy."

The aliens have arrived.

-Or…
-Or what?

Or anything. Any other explanation.

It… it might have been
some kind of a prank.

-Maybe some college kids.
-Why would they bother?

I don't know.

All I know is it wasn't from… outer space.

All right?

Let's agree to disagree, hmm?

Let's agree to not even do that.

Wipe.

-What… What is he doing?
-He has a little germ thing.

You afraid of our germs?

Not yours in particular. Anybody's.

-He's not sweating.
-Yeah, I noticed that too.

-How come you're not sweating?
-I don't sweat.

-I… It's a glandular thing.
-He was the Alpha contact.

He was going like this.
What do you think it means?

It's some kind of signal.

No, it's not a signal.
It… It just helps me concentrate.

Can we see your belly button?

No, you may not.

-What are you doing?
-We're showing you ours.

Now you show us yours.

He has a belly button, okay? Pretty sure.

You're pretty sure?
But you've never seen it.

-He's not an alien.
-Are you sure about that?

A hundred percent?
What do you want from us?

-How often do you excrete?
-Oh.

-See, our car's in the shop.
-Yeah.

So, and we think it's ready.

I think they're calling, actually.
It is ready. They just called me.

-Another day?
-It's my distributor.

He sent me the wrong part.
I guess he's even more stupid than I am.

-Here's the thing, Bobo.
-It's Boom Boom.

Boom Boom. Sorry.

We really have to get back home,
so we could pay extra

if there's any way
we could expedite things.

Well, let's see. Let's give him a call.

It's ringing.

Charlie! It's your old pal, Boom Boom.

Okay, listen, Boom Boom. About yesterday,
I'm sorry I said you were stupid out loud.

You're not sorry you thought it,
you're just sorry you said it?

Yeah, I'm not gonna apologize
for thinking…

Just don't say anything else!

-I'm not…
-Shh!

We're gonna check back in
with you later, Boom Boom.

Thank you.

[equipment beeping and whirring]

-Over here!
-Not so loud. You'll scare them away.

I don't think so.

[gasps]

Saw a movie once about an extraterrestrial

who didn't know
he was an extraterrestrial.

They rewired his brain or something.

I don't watch movies. Give me bad dreams.

That's funny. In the movie,
the extraterrestrial had bad dreams.

-What are you talking about?
-Nothing.

Mr. Monk, you mentioned
you were a detective.

I took the liberty
of calling San Francisco.

Spoke to Leland Stottlemeyer.
He spoke very highly of you.

I wonder if you could help us out.

Edward Garcia,
Adrian Monk, Natalie Teeger.

Dr. Garcia and I don't get
many cases like this,

so we wanted to be sure
that we got it right.

Oh, God. Oh, no! Oh, the poor thing.

The missing woman?

I owe Dolly a big apology.

This is, or was, Marge Larkin.

Where's her face?

Coyotes, probably.

She's been five days,
maybe six in the sun.

-She was a hiker?
-Marge was a lot of things.

She, uh, she came
into a little bit of money

a few years ago when her parents died,

and so she just dabbled
in all kinds of things.

Yoga, spelunking… trout farming.

-And apparently, hiking.
-Where's her face?

We already talked about the face, okay?

Where did they find her?

A couple of those
UFO aficionados found her

in the foothills about five miles west.

Just lucky break.

They were all out there looking for E.T.
She could've been out there forever.

I figure she was hiking along the ridge,

uh, fell somehow, hit her head,
and died instantly.

And, uh, then the coyotes
must've dragged the body

about a mile, maybe two, into the desert.

Dr. Garcia's written "accidental death"
on the certificate,

but I asked him to write it in pencil
because I wanted to get a second opinion.

-Why?
-It's a very small town, Mr. Monk.

And Marge Larkin was as close
as we have to an important person.

So, like I said,
I wanted to get this right.

Yeah, please.

[quirky, suspenseful music playing]

-So, head trauma.
-She fell face first.

There's no defensive wounds.
No… no scratches.

So, she didn't put
her hands out when she fell.

These clothes appear to be new.

And the sleeves are too short.

[blowing]

And the treads on these boots,
they're not worn down at all.

What was that?

Silicon packet.

They sometimes put them in new boots.

Well, she couldn't have been hiking,
not with that in her shoe.

-Mm-mmm.
-What does it mean?

It means that somebody dressed her
after she was dead.

After she was murdered.

Thank you again for calling me.

Of course we called you, Kyle.
You're her brother.

-Is there anybody else we should notify?
-No, it was just me and Marge.

Can't believe she kept all this junk.
It's like a pawn shop.

When was the last time you were here?

Six and a half years ago,
my father's funeral.

It's no secret.
Marge and I, we… we weren't close.

Mm-hmm.

You… you never spoke.

Oh, Christmas, birthdays.
Families, you know. It's complicated.

Excuse me.
Her plants are dying. Do you mind?

Sure, thank you.
Uh, Marge loved these plants.

Wasn't crazy about people
but she loved her foliage.

Last I heard, you opened
a shop in San Diego.

Yeah, it was fun while it lasted.

I filed chapter 11 a year ago.
Whole mall went under.

-You need a deputy?
-What is it?

It's double-sided tape.

There was a rug here.

What is that?

Hmm. It's from a shirt.

A new shirt.

I think she was killed here in this room.

And then redressed.

You really think
someone murdered my sister?

-[cars honking]
-[chatter]

Sheriff, I'd like to see
where they found the body.

-[beeping]
-You hear that?

What the hell is that?

[beeping]

They think that Mr. Monk
is from outer space.

[laughs]

He's not.

Hey! Get off the van, you freak!

What's wrong with you?
My sister just died.

There he is!

-Where are you from?
-I was born in Marin County.

Really, he's not an alien.
He's just persnickety.

-What is love?
-I don't know.

-What is the frequency?
-Uh, yeah, I don't know.

Really, he doesn't know the frequency.

Can we touch you?

No, don't touch him!
Our germs are poison to him!

Actually, that one's kind of true.

Please, Monk,
we've been waiting for so long.

-We just need some answers.
-Just stay back.

We've got some earth business
to take care of.

Make him show you his belly button!

Yeah, that's right!

They found the body here
against this rock.

Coyote tracks heading west,
but they're gone now.

Can they drag a body that far?

Oh, sure. I've seen them drag
a deer carcass seven miles.

[car approaching]

Shh… Listen.

-[car door shuts]
-Somebody's here.

I thought I saw somebody following us.

Must be one of your UFO buddies.

What the hell did you say?

Nothing. I was just minding
my own business.

Was being myself.

And suddenly, everybody wants
to know the frequency.

-[gunshots, bullets ricocheting]
-[Natalie] Ah!

For the love of God, Mr. Monk!
Show them your belly button!

-Never!
-Get down!

-Get down!
-It's Sandy.

Well, just squat! Squat!

[gunshots]

Stay down.

-Ow!
-Oh, no!

-Oh, God! You're bleeding!
-It's probably from the bullet.

-Oh, no.
-Ow.

-[engine starts]
-Wait, listen, listen.

I think he's leaving.

[vehicle driving off]

Come in.
This is Sheriff Fletcher. Hello, anybody?

-What about the cell?
-No signal.

-Well, at least he didn't kill us.
-Are you sure about that?

Let's review the situation, shall we?

We're in the desert.

No car, no radio.

And coyotes… face-eating coyotes…

And things that eat
the face-eating coyotes,

and things that eat the things that eat…

Yeah, we get it.

-He left us for dead.
-So, what do we do?

Well, I would very much like
to disappoint him.

One of us is gonna have to go get help.

The highway's about 15 miles that way.

All right, Natalie and I will go.

Mr. Monk, we can't leave him.
He's been shot.

All right. Natalie and I will stay here.

Mr. Monk, he can't walk.

Well, what do you suggest, Natalie?
Do you have any ideas at all?

Yeah. You get help.
I stay here and take care of the sheriff.

Any ideas at all. Because if you do,
I'd really like to hear them.

So, no ideas.

Not a one.

[light, quirky music playing]

[groans]

[heaves and groans]

Are you okay?

Just keep going, Mr. Monk. You can do it!

What are you doing?
That's the only water you have.

Don't waste it!

They're all sandy.

No, Mr. Monk. Save the water. Just go! Go!

[sighs]

That's better.

[sighs]

[can clattering]

[sighs]

Here's what happened.

[laughs] Who are you talking to?

Who are you talking to?

It's evidence. Let's take it with us.

I usually have some candy in here.

Okay. Oh, here. Have some breath mints.

Is that it?

[coyote howls]

I'm gonna ask you if that was
a coyote and you say no.

Was that a coyote?

No.

Really, was it a coyote?

Yeah.

[howling]

I'm sweating.

Look, I'm sweating! Okay.

I'm human.

Not particularly proud of it.

I'm human, okay?

Oh, this is it.

This is where it ends.

This is it.

Surrounded by dirt.

Covered in dirt.

You win, dirt!

Congratulations, dirt!

Well played.

Oh, Natalie, you were right.

Uh!

You called it. I'm dying alone.

I don't want to die alone.

I want people.

People!

There, I said it.

I like people.

[crying] Gimme a chance!
Just give me one more chance.

I'll be nice. I'll be… I'll be good.
I'll be… I'll be empathetic.

I'll be the empathetic detective.

Just… just send me some people!

Please!

I need people.

People.

People!

People.

There he is!

Not these people.

[people cheering]

[grumbling]

Doctor, doctor, I think he's awake.

Mr. Monk?

[moans]

[indistinct mumbling]

What did he say?

"Floss."

Floss?

[Natalie] He means his teeth.

Mr. Monk, you flossed your teeth
last night in the hospital

for about three hours.

Then you took a four-hour shower.

I don't think there's any hot water left
in the whole state.

Let's try this again.

Adrian, when they found you,
you were carrying this bag.

You wouldn't let go of it.
I think it's important.

I'm looking at batteries,
engine lubricant, eyeglass wipes.

I know what happened.

You mean about the UFO
or about Marge's murder?

Both. It's all connected.

The eyeglass wipes, they're Kyle Larkin's.

He killed his sister.

[Monk] For the money, of course.

He put her in a hiking outfit
and dumped her body in the desert.

It would look like an accident.

Like she was out hiking,
lost her footing, and fell.

As soon as anybody found
the body, he'd be rich.

He went home and waited for the call

that his sister's body
had been discovered.

But something was wrong.
The call never came.

He realized the coyotes
must've dragged it away.

Without the body,
he couldn't prove she was dead.

He had to find it, but how?

You said Kyle owned a store.

I could make out some of the lettering
on the door of his van.

It said "Models and Hobbies."

That's right.
He sold kits for model trains.

And airplanes.

And airplanes.

[weakly] More.

He needed somebody else
to find that body. Anybody else.

So he built a UFO.

It was just a remote-control model.

Then he made what looked
like a landing site.

He knew somebody would see it
and the news would spread.

He knew the internet people would come.

They believe anything.

So basically, he was putting
together a search party.

He needed people
looking around in the desert.

He knew someone
would eventually find his sister.

It has been an honor
to watch you guys work.

Mr. Monk, Ms. Teeger,
I am going to be forever grateful

that your vehicle broke down
in my neck of the woods.

But if you will excuse me,
I have a suspect I need to go arrest.

Heh, your fan club's here.

They're gonna be mighty disappointed
that none of this was real.

I'll tell them.
Let me… let me talk to them.

-[Monk] I'll let them down easy.
-Okay.

Okay, Natalie… watch this.

[dramatic music playing]

[cheering and excited chatter]

Hello, again. Hello.

Hello, again. I have some good news.

The object we saw was not a UFO.
It was just a toy.

A remote-control model designed by a man

who murdered his sister.

You'll read all about it tomorrow
in the newspaper.

So you can all go now. Please, go home.

Go, please.

Stop wasting your time.

Live life.

Find, you know, employment
and… fall in love.

You're human. Right?

It's a gift.
It's a precious, precious thing.

You want to appreciate it.

Okay, thank you.

Wow. Mr. Monk, good for you.
That was great.

You were sensitive and respectful.

That was the nicest thing I've ever seen…

-Anyone?
-Not anyone, but you.

The nicest thing I've ever seen you do.

-Is there a problem?
-You're not fooling anyone?

-Excuse me?
-We don't believe a word of that.

Yeah, that was no model.
I mean, it's obviously a cover-up.

You're just trying to manipulate us.

[people agreeing]

Yeah, we want the truth.

Okay.

Okay.

[robotically] Earth people of the net,

you were right.

I am not…

human.

I traveled here to your…

How do you say?

Planet…

on a class four intergalactic
doom freighter.

I knew it!

I was sent to, you know, prepare the way

and to…

observe things and probe things and…

do alien… things to everyone.

-[Natalie] Hello?
-Hello.

You're in the paper today. Kyle Larkin
confessed to killing his sister.

He confessed to everything.

I guess he didn't have any choice

after all that evidence
they'd found in his van.

What about the tinfoil brigade?
Are they still out front?

Just a few. Most of them went home.

-You need some help?
-No, no, I'm fine.

Just cleaning. I haven't dusted
up here for two or three…

Hours.

-What are you doing?
-Nothing.

-Were you trying to look inside my shirt?
-No, no.

Oh, my God. You don't think
I have a belly button.

No!

[scoffs] No.

It's just ever since we got back,
I've been having crazy dreams.

About me, Natalie?
I'm not from outer space.

I know. I'm sure you're not.

-Can I see it?
-No, you may not!

Honestly.

I am as human as anything in this room.

See, right there. Right there!

When you say things like that,
it doesn't make sense.

Anybody would be curious.

-Just a peek! Just a peek!
-No!

-Get away from me!
-Come on, come on, come on!

No!

Why not? Because it's an outie?

Come on, Mr. Monk.
You can't stay in there forever.

[Monk] Leave me alone.

[knocking] Mr. Monk, come on!

Leave me alone
or I will destroy your whole planet.

Ah! [laughs]

Mr. Monk, come on.

Little peek. Little one, come on.

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