J.T. Forbes: [receiving a text from Catherine] This girl is officially obsessed with you. And I can't believe I'm gonna say this, but maybe if we get her over here...
Vincent Keller: What, are you crazy? i barely have enough warning as it is before these fugues or these blackouts or whatever the hell they are, okay?
J.T. Forbes: But if being around Catherine really is the cause of these blackouts, forget synthesized endorphins, use the real thing. Have her come over here. She's seen you, Vincent, and she hasn't run.
Vincent Keller: I don't know how much longer I can expect her to... put up with all this if we can't find a cure to these blackouts.
J.T. Forbes: Fine. A cocktail of endorphins and my good friend Lorazepam, to keep you chill while I evaluate your Catherine-allergic ass. Otherwise, my phone bill is gonna hit the roof.