"Sense and Sensitivity" Quotes
Doyle: I think he appreciates us - in his own - unappreciative way.
Cordy: You want to know what I think? I
think he uses his tortured creature of the night status as a license to be rude and insensitive! (A tentacle wraps itself around Doyle, and starts to choke him, but Cordy doesn't notice) Sure, he is polite to the helpless and the downtrodden, but he ignores the people that are the closest to him. The people that matter the most, you know? Can you say
clueless?
Cordy: That's not the point.
Angel: So there is a point?
Cordy: Being that it is possible to brood and show a little interest in the feeling of others.
Angel: So I'm a little reserved, that doesn't mean I don't care.
Cordy: It's like you don't have a pulse.
Angel: I don't.
Angel: Cordelia, I wanted to, you know, thank you so
much, for going through those coroner reports. Because I can imagine how not fun it is to read about - you know- coroner stuff.
(Angelgirl smiles at Angel's sad attempt at sensitivity)
Cordy: Wait, you’ve got pensive face.
Angel: I’ve always got pensive face.
Cordy: You’ve got pensiver face.
Cordelia: Mmm-hmmm!
Angel: What?
Cordelia: Nothing! I just find it endlessly fascinating how your instincts are so highly attuned when it comes to boring old evil, but you have yet to make any mention of these new shoes.
Angel: Look, Cordelia. Women's shoes. . . men. . . they just don't. . .
Doyle: Great shoes! New?
Kate: Hello everybody. Welcome to the end of an era. Now the old man would like us to believe that he couldn't care less about all this attention and free booze. (Laughter) But I know him better than that. He put a lot of years in on the job, and he made a difference in a lot of lives. (Cheers) And now
it's over. That's a huge deal, no matter what he says. In fact, I'm not really sure if he knows what he's going to do with himself. He forgot how to be anything but a cop a long time ago. And maybe . . . maybe that's why I became a cop too. After mom died, you stopped, you know? It was like you couldn't stand the sight of me. Her face, her eyes looking up at you . . . But big girls don't cry, right? You said, 'gone's gone, and there is no use wallowing. Worms and dirt
and nothing, forever. Not one word about a better place.' You
couldn't even tell a scared little girl a beautiful lie. (Sobs) God, I wanted to drink with you. I wanted you to laugh with me just once, the way you laughed with Jimmy here, or Frank.
Lockley: What the hell did they do to her in that class?
Kate: My best friend Joanne - her mom was soft, and she smelled like macaroni and cheese, and she'd pick me up on her
lap and she would rock me. She said that she wanted to keep me to herself. She said that I was good and sweet. Everybody said I was. Do you realize that you've never told me that I'm pretty?
Not once in my life?
Harlan: Keep going, Katie.
Kate: Well, I can't anymore, dad. I can't campaign for the office
of your beloved daughter. You closed your heart after mom left us and
that's it. (Sobs)
Harlan: That was so damn brave.
Lieutenant: Are you kidding me? Her old man's party wasn't the
forum.
Harlan: She can't worry about protecting him.
(Damn right!)
Cordelia: What's her deal? To much, uh, (makes a drinking motion).
Doyle: Thumb sucking?
Cordelia: Alcohol!
Doyle: Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one who needs to brush up on her finger pantomime.
Kate: Look at Doyle. Really look at him. What do you really see?
Cordelia: A bad double polyblend?
Kate: That's defense, Cordelia. Maybe you should try to open your heart to a new possibility.
Doyle: Hey, you know, she's starting to make some sen--
Cordelia: (desperately) Angel!
Angel: You know, Anthony, you can be a rainbow, and not a . . . “painbow”.
