Dollhouse Quotes
Ballard: So this is it. This is where you steal their souls.
Topher: Yeah, and then we put 'em in a glass jar with our fireflies. Why is there a tall, morally judgmental man in my imprint room besides him? (indicates Boyd)
Ballard: Brian, thank God it's you.
Tanaka: And not someone who can stand you?
Laurence: (about the Actives) Don't think of them as children, think of them as pets.
Claire: Is that supposed to be funny?
Laurence: If your child starts talking for the first time, you feel proud. If your dog does, you freak the hell out.
That is not a costume warehouse we just busted out of. That's a people warehouse.
Echo
Attendant #2: Good morning. We're having banana pancakes today.
Tango: I like pancakes.
Victor: We're all gonna die.
Mike: They probably want to study our reproductive systems.
Mellie: Sex with aliens?!?
Victor: Come on. Who doesn't want to put alien guy back in the box?
Adelle: Topher?
Topher: I've scrubbed them as much as I safely can. If we pursued the short-range calcium modulin K2 amplified, I could advance the protein's corrosion of long-term potentiation.
Adelle: Done. Whatever that means.
Ballard: Can I trace where it was transmitting?
Jimmy: Absolutely... if you were E.T.. It inverts the frequency into white noise. The only way you could find it once it hits the universe is to know exactly which speck of dust you're looking for and tune in on it.
Ballard: What about scrambling it?
Jimmy: Someone put this on you? You're gonna need an RF detector, a smart scrambler, and a frequency jammer. And to believe in God. Because I don't care how big you think you are, they're bigger.
Topher: You know what I like? Brown sauce. What's it made of? Science doesn't know.
Adelle: It's made of brown.
Topher: Brown... mined from the earth by the hardscrabble brown miners of North Brownderton.
Adelle: Oh, my God! I find lentils completely incomprehensible.
Topher: I'm working! What are you doing, besides being...
Adelle: Being what?
Topher: Wait a minute.
Adelle: Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British?
Dominic: Tom, this is Dr. Gawa from the Center for Disease Control.
Victor: Super, I haven't heard a good flesh-eating-strain-of-something-horrible story in a while.
Sierra: Yeah, I've got dozens.
Paul: Didn't know I could cook, did you?
Mellie: Nope.
Paul: Good. Then you won't be disappointed when you find out I can't.
