Adelle DeWitt: Can you imagine at all, why it is you're not dead?
Hearn: You probably got something worse planned. You gonna erase my brain, turn me into one of your fantasy boys.
Adelle DeWitt: I find it a bit sad that you think of yourself as a candidate for anyone's fantasy.
Adelle DeWitt: There are 3 flowers in a vase. The third flower is green.
Laurence Dominic: You played a good hand ma'am.
Adelle DeWitt: I played a very bad hand very well. There is a distinction.
Laurence Dominic: Of course.
Academic: Forget morality, imagine it's true, alright? Imagine this technology being used. Now imagine it being used on you. Everything you believe, gone. Everyone you love, strangers, maybe enemies. Every part of you that makes you more than a walking cluster of neurons dissolved - at someone else's whim. If that techology exists, it'll be used, it'll be abused, it'll be global. And we will be over. As a species, we will cease to matter. I don't know, maybe we should.
Paul Ballard: Weren't you, um, seeing someone?
Paul Ballard: Rick.
Paul Ballard: Really, I thought it was Rick.
Mellie: Oh, his name is Rick.
Paul Ballard: Ooh.
Mellie: Mmm-hmm. He said he didn't see me as a long-term investment. Said he wanted to, ah, dump the stock before it went public. He talks like that. He works at a donut shop.
Paul Ballard: What a Rick.
Paul Ballard: Where is it?
Echo: You can't know that. You're going about this the wrong way.
Paul Ballard: I have to take down the Dollhouse!
Echo: There are over 20 Dollhouses... in cities around the world. They have ties to every major political power on the planet. You cannot possibly stop them alone.
Paul Ballard: You're gonna help me?
Echo: The person that sent this message is.
Paul Ballard: Why?
Echo: The Dollhouse deals in fantasy. That is their business. But that is not their purpose.
Paul Ballard: What is?
Echo: We need you to find out. We'll contact you again, if possible with this same body. But you have to let the Dollhouse win. Make them back off. You have to trust me.
Rebecca Mynor: Do you know this man? Is this a porn man?
Joel Mynor: [Agent Ballard is talking to a Dollhouse client, the "dotcom billionaire"] You put me in front of a judge, he'll take *you* down. He'll-he'll throw The Kindle at you.
Joel Mynor: [Having previously explained how he'd always been one step behind the trend] I mean, I finally got one step ahead.
Paul Ballard: Bouncy the Rat. Kids love it.
Joel Mynor: Oh, they do. I mean long story still kind of long, my first check had more zeroes than the Luftwaffe.
Paul Ballard: The Japanese. They had the Zeroes, not the Germans.
Joel Mynor: [sighs] It was money!
Joel Mynor: Why don't you tell me what you're looking for?
Paul Ballard: I found what I was looking for.
Joel Mynor: Really? Figured you'd be a lot happier right about now.
Paul Ballard: Tell me about the Dollhouse.
Joel Mynor: [chuckles] The Doll... Uh, it's pink and it opens up, and there's, uh, teeny furniture, and you put the boy doll on top of the girl doll and we learn about urges.
Mellie: [after making love] I'm not gonna freak out on you.
Paul Ballard: Uhhhh... good?
Mellie: When you tell me this is all a mistake and we should forget it ever happened, I'm gonna be very cool. You're going to be bothered by how cool I am.
Paul Ballard: What if I don't say that?
Mellie: I'll still be cool, but not *as* cool.
Paul Ballard: What if you tell *me* it was a mistake?
Mellie: God! You're going to be so clingy. Weeping and moping, texting me. It's too embarrassing.
Paul Ballard: I'm not a piece of meat, you know! I have a heart.
Loomis: You mean everything admissable by a warrant that you got, because anybody in the whole wide bureau believes you're not insane.
Paul Ballard: I mean help me out.
Loomis: Getting shot didn't even make you pause, did it?
Loomis: I'll help you. The director sees what we're up to, he's gonna help you *out*.
Bicks: How is that even possible? Every square inch of this place is monitored. If two actives are going at it - what do you think DeWitt'll do? Do you think she'll come down hard? It was probably just a mistake. Look, these dolls, they're smiling all day. Then Sierra's crying in bed. Why alway then? Maybe she's broken? You figure, she's broken?
Boyd Langton: They're all broken.
Echo: Where are they taking Victor?
Boyd Langton: Echo, I'm trying to protect Sierra.
Echo: Sierra cries.
Boyd Langton: Not anymore.
Hearn: Do you want to play the game?
Hearn: But you remember to be very quiet during the game, right?
Sierra: Noise is upsetting.
Hearn: Lift up your dress.
[Boyd enters and hits Hearn, knocking him through the glass]
Sierra: That wasn't quiet.
Boyd Langton: Wasn't meant to be.
Adelle DeWitt: Why didn't you tell us you were setting up Hearn?
Boyd Langton: He had to be clear. He had to be flush with success or he'd never have tried again.
Adelle DeWitt: You will never take action like that on your own again inside these walls. Am I clear?
Boyd Langton: You're clear.
Adelle DeWitt: A bonus is being wired to your account.
Boyd Langton: I don't need a bonus.
Adelle DeWitt: Well I need to give it to you. That's all.
Laurence Dominic: Ma'am, do you have an exit strategy? We have a handler abusing an active, Federal Agent interrupting an engagement, spilling his guts to the nearest civilian. I take much of that as my responsibility. But the higher ups will target *you* if this all goes south.
Adelle DeWitt: Your concern is touching, but my bags are not packed. You will bring the handler to me. And as for the interpid agent, tell Topher to prep Echo. I think they're ready for a second date.
Adelle DeWitt: Topher did everything he knows to remove the experience. Ignorance in this case, truly is bliss.
Laurence Dominic: I don't think they're as ignorant as they're supposed to be.
Adelle DeWitt: No. We're working on it.
Rebecca Mynor: Please put the gun away. My name is Rebecca Mynor and this is my husband, Joel. We just bought this house. We did, right? You didn't just break in to impress me?
Joel Mynor: No, it-it-it's paid for. This is all a big mix up. Please tell me your name.
Paul Ballard: I'm Paul Ballard. I'm with the FBI.
Rebecca Mynor: I knew it.
Joel Mynor: What?
Rebecca Mynor: It's... porn, isn't it? The internet venture that suddenly pays off. You did porn. My husband does porn!
Joel Mynor: No, I don't do porn.