Re: [Taxi: Cat & Jack]
Ah, but she's decided she's too loved. [Another wave of her hand, and this was obviously a gesture she was readily adopting for her own frequent use.] I would've given anything for over-loving parents, but I suppose the grass is always greener. [Another wave of hand, and she tsks.] My barbs are always compliments. Honestly, Jack, keep up, darling.
[But the comment about not wanting to push Newt? Now, that made Cat scoff, and loudly.] Alright, is there something about your brother I haven't realized? Bob said the same thing, well, more or less, about telling him he was in love with him. Newt isn't fragile, Jack. Oh, he's soft, but don't mistake softness for fragility. I get the feeling that he'd be difficult to run off if he didn't want to budge. That goes for you and Bob.
[Ah, but then a chuckle was born, and it was bright and youthful and still managed husky maturity in its depths.] Who do you picture me with? [And, admitting:] She was miserable. I refuse to be unhappy. The world tries to make people miserable, and I don't see any point in helping it along. [And as for what she needed to look into?] No. I know the answer to that. I need to look for the people who did it, see if it can be reversed, find out how they're collecting data on Reece and I. You know, all those good things. There's no point in doing this if they aren't monitoring me somehow, dearest Jack.