QUOTE (BfloGal @ Apr 22 2008, 07:58 AM)

You're right, of course. That's the Adrian Monk I'd like to see at the end of the show too.
But in the meantime, I wouldn't mind another visit from "the Monk" if they could think of a situation in which to logically bring him back. But this doesn't come as much from a desire for the betterment of Adrian Monk, but the admiration for how Tony Shalhoub portrayed him.
Besides, "The Monk" winked at Sharona. I suspect dioxynil minimizes the compulsions and phobias, allowing some unmined natural tendencies to come through unabated. I'd like to see what he thinks of Natalie.

He did certainly seem to be experiencing a lessening of his natural inhibitions, between buying the car, winking at Sharona, hugging/snuggling with Leland and eating his pudding, high fiving Randy, getting in the pool in a state of 'nakedishness', wearing a shirt with ketchup on it and not caring... I wonder what else he might have gotten up to if he had continued to take the doxinyl?

Maybe he would end up streaking, like Justin, Sharona's architect boyfriend, or going to a kareokie (spelling?) bar. Or, not so funny maybe, but definitely a bizarre situation, have the next episode be Mr. Monk Has Crabs. Mr. Monk's Forgotten Weekend. Well, considering the blackouts he had already experienced in the earlier episodes and his bout of amnesia in Bumps His Head, I guess a forgotten weekend wouldn't be anything all that new to him. Maybe, "Mr Monk and the Unfortunate Tattoo".
I would just love to see how he would react to all sorts of substances, now that we've seen him on anti-anxiety meds, and wine. I was hoping that he would really have inhaled a little of that reefer in Farm. But then the way it worked out was pretty funny as well. I've joked about how it would be very interesting to see how he would react if he somehow accidentally ingested Ritalin or Adderall. He'd probably be awake for two days straight, trying to singlehandedly scrub all the graffiti off the walls on his street in alphabetical order, try to convince all business owners how much better for everyone it would be if they changed their businesses and business names so that all of the clothing stores would be located together in one small area in alphabetical order, sand any rust from the Golden Gate Bridge and repaint it, and blow all the fog away with a giant leaf blower before he ended up crashing and passing out on a clean bench in Golden Gate Park. But how can you get him to accidentally take Ritalin? There's the flaw.