Well, aren't you a little rough with that barbed tongue of yours. Mm...perhaps it's because of this?

[The sound of paper being rustled and shuffled through can be heard and a tap of a pen hitting a small sheaf of them.]

Well, that would explain so much. It's not that I don't respect them, darling, I just wish they wouldn't die so quickly. It's terrible [--ly inconvenient] and a waste.