Dr. Waterford: Let's try a little role reversal. Jeffrey, why don't you pretend to be Rachel. Rachel, you be Jeffrey, and-
Sharona: [to Dalton] Uh, excuse me. What's your problem?
Dalton Padron: Me?
Sharona: What was that look?
Dalton Padron: What look?
Sharona: Did you just wink at me?
Dalton Padron: What? No. Are you crazy?
Sharona: W- W- Wait. You're calling me crazy? I just saw you wink at me. Oh, my God!
Adrian Monk: What are you doing?
Sharona: Aren't you gonna do something about this? Oh, of course not. Why should today be any different than any other day? Just sit there, and I'll defend my own honor. Thank you.
Dr. Waterford: Sharona, you're feeling hurt. I can tell. Why don't we all just count to 10?
Sharona: No, no. Stay out of this. This is between me and Dalton.
Dalton Padron: I wasn't winking. Maybe I had somethin' in my eye. I don't-
Maria Disher: Excuse me. He couldn't be interested in you. He's not physically able to you know perform. He stepped on a land mine during Desert Storm. Tell them.
Dalton Padron: That's right.
Sharona: [shoves Dalton] Keep your eyes to yourself! Keep 'em to yourself!
Dr. Waterford: Settle down. Sit down. Sit down! Settle down and sit down. Now, it's all over. Everybody gets angry. It's perfectly normal. But we cannot allow anger to drive the bus. Anger has to sit in the back of the bus, or at the very least, it needs to stay behind the yellow line. Because anger is a terrible driver.