Natalie: What do you think?
Dr. Bell: I think you should have called me. Hypnotism is no substitute for real treatment. I am aware of this Dr.
Climan. I've been cleaning up his messes for years.
Adrian Monk: I told him not to call that guy. I made him promise.
Lieutenant Disher: Can't you just... [clicks fingers] You know, snap him out of it, doc?
Dr. Bell: It doesn't work like that, Lieutenant. Even if I could I wouldn't recommend it. It might trigger some deeper depressive reaction. He's returned to an earlier ego state. Emotionally, he's about six and a half, seven years old.
Lieutenant Disher: Is he reliving his childhood?
Dr. Bell: Not at all. No, he's living the childhood he always wanted. You might call it a, wish fulfillment.
Adrian Monk: We're outta syrup! We're outta syrup!
Captain Stottlemeyer: Natalie, he couldn't live like this forever, right?
Dr. Bell: No, of course not. No, not like that. But the good news is, at some deeper level, Adrian knows that too. Eventually, he'll snap himself out of it. Don't worry. He'll come back to us.
Adrian Monk: We have a syrup emergency here! Grenade!
Dr. Bell: Hey, good shot!