Sense and Sensitivity Kate: Supervisor Caffrey shot himself? Guy: It happens. Kate: In the back of the head? Wrapped himself in plastic? And he locked himself in the trunk of his car? Guy: He'd been depressed. Cordy: Okay. Am I wrong in thinking that a please and thank you is generally considered good form when requesting a dismemberment?! Doyle: Well, he appreciates us in his own . . . unappreciative way. Cordy: You know what I think? I think he uses his tortured, creature of the night status as a license to be rude and insensitive. Sure, he's polite to the helpless and the downtrodden. But he ignores the people who are close to him, the people who matter the most, you know? Can you say clueless? Cordy: Does giant tentacle spew come out with dry cleaning? Angel: Cordelia, you need to... Cordy: No! I don't care what horrible thing is about to happen -- asteroids are hurtling towards Earth, unspeakable evil is rising in the San Fernando Valley, Jar Jar is getting his own talk show, whatever -- I don't want to hear about it. Not 'til you ask us how it went. Angel: ... call your mother back. Doyle: She thinks you're insensitive and, not to bring up the irony, but consider the source. Angel: So I'm a little reserved, doesn't mean I don't care. Cordy: It's as if you don't have a pulse. Angel: I don't. Cordy: Mr. and Mrs. Spock need to mind meld now. Angel: Cordelia, I wanted to, you know, thank you... so much for going through the coroner's reports because.... I can imagine how not fun it is to read about, you know, coroner stuff. Cordy: Lame. Angel: Hi! This is exciting isn't it? I just love a boat trip. Papazian: Who's the mook? Angel: Herb Sanders from Baltimore! Angel: It's the hat, isn?t it? I knew the hat was too much. Kate: Which part of 'just get out of there' gave you the trouble? Angel: I had to do something, I mean, he was getting away. Kate: So, you decided to dress like a road flare and put my ass and yours on the line? Papazian: I want my phone call. Kate: Need to cancel your suite in Yerevan? Think you can still get your deposit back? Papazian: If I'd known how bad you wanted me, I mighta let you catch me sooner. Kate: If I'd known how much you needed the exercise, I might've let you run a little longer. Cordy: You've got pensive face. Angel: I've always got pensive face. Cordy: Pensive-er face. Cordy: 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 walks in) Doyle: Great shoes! New? Angel: I think Papazian's taken a contract out on you. Kate: Wow, he's really acting out isn't he? Angel: Well, yeah. He wants you dead. Kate: I get that. I'm just saying he must be in some kind of pain to have to strike out at others in that way. Angel: Are you okay? Kate: Boy, I'm scared. And excited. And consumed with dread. I'm glad you're here. Angel: I doubt even one of Little Tony's hired guns will try something in a room full of cops. Kate: What? Oh you mean that death threat hanging overhead. No, I meant speaking in public. Angel: What's that old saw? Picture your audience in their underwear? Kate: Way ahead of you. Cordy: All right, I'm here. What's the big emergency? These middle of the night hours are really eating into my potential social life. Why I ever thought it was a nifty idea to work for a vamp -- triloquist. Hi! Kate: You have the most intense eyes. I see such an old soul. Doyle: He gets that a lot, you know. Cordy: What's her deal? To much, uh... (makes a drinking motion) Doyle: Thumb sucking? Cordy: Alcohol! Doyle: Don't look at me like that. I'm not the one who needs to brush up on her finger pantomime. Cordy: Can we get you some coffee? Or valium? Or both? Kate: See, I have this... Cordy: Personal problem you're gonna share 'til dawn? Kate: ...gun. And I don't want to come off as insensitive, but if either one of you try to stop me I'll have to blow you the crap away. Sensitivity Trainer: What were your parents like? Angel: My parents were great. Tasted a lot like chicken. Police Officer: You want to talk about whiplash? I'll tell you about whiplash. I?ve got emotional whiplash. I?ve alienated my family, my children are afraid of me, I can?t even make love to my wife any more. Police Officer: I hear what you're saying, but I don't think you're listening to your mugger's feelings at all... Cordy: The whole place is going nuts! Angel: Okay, I think someone needs a hug... Cordy: Uh, ew! Ew! Doyle: Angel, come on. You've got to snap out of this. Cordy: Right now. It's time for you to get all vampy and... GRRR! Kate needs you! Angel: I don't want to. You both withdraw when I go vamp. I feel you judge me. Cordy: We won't judge you. Will we? Give it a try. Angel: Closeness is too important to me right now. Officer: We're closed. Doyle: You're the police. You can't close! Officer: Why not? Haven't we done enough? It's always "find this" and "rescue that" with you people. Cordy: Would you come on! Angel: What's the magic word? Cordy: Ugh! Angel: No, I don't think "Ugh" is the magic word, if one would call it a word and even then certainly not a magic one. Cordy: We don't have time for this. Angel: There's always time to be considerate of others, Cordelia. Cordy: Oh please. Angel: See, wasn't so hard, now, was it? Kate: I am not a bitch! I'm just protected. Papazian: Oh, I've been wanting to see you again. Kate: I'm sure he'd say the same thing, but that gun really makes you come off as hostile. Angel: That and the body language. It's so closed. Kate: Yeah! Angel: You know, Anthony, you can be a rainbow and not a (punches Papazian out) "pain-bow".