Doyle: So what, you don't get the ring because your period of self-flagellation isn't over yet? I mean think of all the daytime people you could help between nine and five.
Angel: They have help. The whole world is designed for them, so much that they have no idea what goes on around them after dark. They don't see the weak ones lost in the night or the things that prey on them. If I joined them, maybe I'd stop seeing too.
Doyle: (clearly moved, but at a loss for words) And who'd look out for all the insomniacs?