Mrs. Bowen: I've had tons of patients like you. There is nothing wrong with you. It's all up here. It's psychological.
Adrian Monk: Right, right.
Mrs. Bowen: What you really need is a wife.
Adrian Monk: Oh, whoa. Uh, we just met. Okay? I don't even know you.
Mrs. Bowen: It's not me. I'm not proposing to you. It's a statement of fact. [takes out a cigarette]
Adrian Monk: Excuse me.
Mrs. Bowen: You gotta stop whining, you know?
Adrian Monk: There, there's no smoking.
Mrs. Bowen: Sharona moved away, wah, wah, wah. You know what? You have got to get out of the house. You gotta do something. Go bowling. You know, meet some people. That is my advice to you.
Adrian Monk: You gotta, you gotta put that out!
Mrs. Bowen: All right. Don't get all twisted up. There. It's out. And so am I. Another morning shot to hell.