Sense and Sensitvity
Spivey: I heard it was suicide.
Kate: Supervisor Caffrey shot himself.
Spivey: It happens.
Kate: In the back of the head? He wrapped himself in plastic and he locked himself into the back of his car?
Spivey: He'd been depressed.
Angel: Make sure you cut up all the limbs and both of its heads this time. Remember to bury the parts separately. I don't want this thing coming back to life again.
Cordelia: That's it?
Angel: I'm gonna go clean out the nest. I'll see you back at the office.
Cordelia: Okay, am I wrong in thinking that a 'Please' and 'Thank you' is generally considered good form when requesting a dismemberment?
Doyle: I think he appreciates us - in his own - unappreciative way.
Cordelia: Do you think that tentacle spew comes out with dry cleaning?
Doyle: Well, she thinks that you're insensitive, and not to bring up the irony, but consider the source.
Angel: So I'm a little reserved, that doesn't mean I don't care.
Cordelia: 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.
Cordelia: Lame.
Tony: And don't forget to water my plants.
Benny: Sure thing.
Tony: Talk to them. They like that.
Tony: Benny, I don't like that guy.
Angel: It's the hat, isn't it? I knew the hat was too much.
Tony: You've - you've been running after me for a long time, haven't you sweetheart? If I'd know how bad you wanted me, I might have let you catch me a little sooner.
Kate: If I'd know how badly you needed the exercise, I might have let you run a little longer.
Cordelia: Wait you've got pensive face.
Angel: I've always got pensive face.
Cordelia: Well, pensive-r face.
Cordelia: Ah-hmm!
Angel: What?
Cordelia: Nothing. I just find it endlessly fascinating how your feelings are so attuned when it comes to boring old evil, but you have yet to make any mention about these new shoes.
Angel: Look Cordelia. Women's shoes... Men... they just don't...
Doyle: Great shoes! New?
Lockley: So, - Angel, - how long you been seeing Katie?
Angel: We're, uhm, we're pretty new friends.
Lockley: Well, good to see her out with a man. I was starting to wonder if she didn't lean into another direction altogether.
Kate: 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.
Cordelia: 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 vam... trilloquist. - Hi!
Kate: You have the most intense eyes. I see such an old soul.
Doyle: He gets that a lot, you know.
Kate: I thought that enigmatic thing was just an act to get women. The truth is, you don't have an insincere bone in your body, do you?
Kate: Some one's got a crush.
Doyle: What?
Kate: It's right there, how he feels about you. And you don't know what to do about it.
Cordelia: Please! We just joke around.
Kate: Where is the truth? Where is the truth? He is hiding behind Mr. Humor. I mean, look at - look at Doyle... really look at him, what do you see?
Cordelia: A bad double-poly blend?
Kate: That's defense, Cordelia. Maybe you should open your heart to a new possibility!
Doyle: Hey, you know, she's starting to make some sense...
Kate: What are your secrets, Angel. What aren't you telling me?
Cordelia: I'm so glad I came down to watch 'Latenight' with creepy cop lady.
Cordelia: Can we get you some coffee or Valium, or both?
Kate: Yeah, we could do that, but you see I have this...
Cordelia: Personal problem that you're going to share until dawn?
Kate: ...gun, and I don't want to come off as insensitive, but if either of you tries to stop me I'm gonna have to blow you the crap away, because I got to find my Daddy.
Cop: You want to talk about whiplash? I'll tell you about whiplash. I've got emotional whiplash from having to deal with people like you day in and day out. If any one's the victim here, it's me. I've alienated my friends, my family - my own children are afraid of me. I can't even make love to my wife.
Cop: I hear what you're saying, but I don't think that you are listening to your mugger's feelings at all.
Angel: Okay, I think someone needs a hug.
Cordelia: Hey! What's your damage?
Doyle: I think he's just found Mr. Sensitivity.
Angel: He was right here all the time, just waiting to come out. - Gosh, what our folks do to us, huh?
Coredelia: He put the whammy on you! You stink of whammy!
Angel: Cordelia, do you have any idea just how precious you are?
Doyle: Angel, man, you've got to snap out of this!
Cordelia: Right now. It's time for you to get all vampy - grr! - Kate needs you.
Angel: I don't want to. You both withdraw when I go vamp. I feel you judge me.
Cordelia: We won't judge you, will we?
Cop: We're closed.
Doyle: You're the police! You can't close.
Angel: Wow. That's vandalism.
Doyle: Ah, we'll take care of it later.
Angel: We should leave a note.
Cordelia: Would you come on?
Angel: What's the magic word?
Cordelia: Urgh!
Angel: No, I don't think 'urgh' is the magic word, if one would call it a word. And even then it's certainly not a magic one.
Cordelia: We don't have time for this!
Angel: There is always time to be considerate of others, Cordelia.
Cordelia: Oh, please!
Angel: See? That wasn't so hard now, was it?
Kate: I'm not a bitch! I'm just protected.
Angel: Okay, now I'm feeling unheard. You know, Anthony you could be a rainbow and not a painbow. I mean, it really is all up to you.
Kate: You.
Angel: No, you.
Kate: Come here.
Cordelia: Ugh, - anyone for vomit?