Stottlemeyer: All right, I don't know what I was thinking. Randy, let's put everything back the way it was.
Disher: What, you mean right now? For how long?
Stottlemeyer: Until Monk dies.
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Adrian: Hi, Petey.
Petey Cunningham: Hi.
Adrian: Did you know Mrs. Murphy?
Petey Cunningham: No, sir. Am I going to jail?
Adrian: Probably not.
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Adrian: Okay, lets be rational here. We live in the real world. It is governed by science, physics, laws of nature. There is always—always—a non voodoo explanation for everything.
Natalie: Except voodoo.
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Adrian: That's phone unplugged.
Natalie: Pardon me?
Adrian: It's not plugged in. There's the cord.
Natalie: Are you calling me a liar?
Adrian: It's not plugged in.
Natalie: So you're calling me a liar?
Adrian: I don't know what to say. It's not plugged in.
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Stottlemeyer: You'd better take care of her.
Adrian: What can I do?
Stottlemeyer: Well, you've seen normal people, sensitive people, taking care of each other. Do what they do.
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Stottlemeyer: Cupid's Arrow. Love potion. (puts some on) What?
Disher: It's not working.
Stottlemeyer: Good.
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Adrian: Hey. Feeling better? Great. Listen... I have a favor to ask. I, uh... I don't know what's going on with you and all this voodoo stuff, but here's the thing. You cannot be the unstable one. I cannot take care of you, Natalie. This morning I spent six hours organizing my cereal boxes. I have to be honest. I cannot function like this. Do you understand?
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Natalie: You really don’t believe in it? Witchcraft, voodoo?
Disher: I’m a Pisces. We're not superstitious.
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Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Mr. Monk, if you would be so kind as to reattach it's head. Here's some adhesive. Some witchgrass. Some coltsfoot. Ah. Mandrake root. Smidgen more. All I need now is the doll.
Adrian: Okay, one second.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: It doesn't have to be perfect.
Adrian: Almost done.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: It's symbolic, really.
Adrian: There we go.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: The forces of darkness are gathering.
Adrian: Hold on.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: It doesn't have to be perfect!
Adrian: Wait a second.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: It doesn't have to be perfect.
Adrian: One second, almost done.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Doesn't...
Adrian: Wait one second.
Natalie: Mr. Monk, please, just let him finish!
Adrian: Hold on...
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: She's suffering, Mr. Monk. It doesn't have to be... okay, that's close enough.
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Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: What did you do?!?
Natalie: What?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Did you drink that?
Natalie: Yeah, you said it was ready.
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: You're supposed to rub it on your neck. What, are you mental?
Adrian: What do we do?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: What? 911. 911! 911!
Adrian: Another chant?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: No! Call 911!
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Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Maybe we should induce vomiting?
Adrian: No! No. No, no, no, no, no. Let's call that plan never-do.
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Adrian: Do you have a cell phone?
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: No, I never use them. I prefer to communicate over the astral plane.
Adrian: Hadley!
Reverend Hadley Jorgensen: Fine. (hands it over)
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Adrian: She was trying to keep me distracted.
Natalie: Ah, because she knew how much you cared about me. She knew you'd be so worried about me, you couldn't think straight.
Adrian: Well that was her theory, yes. But don't forget, she was clinically insane.
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