Paul Ballard: I know you remember everything.
Echo: Not remember, *feel*. I was married. I felt love, and pain and fear. It's not pretend to me. They made me love my little boy. And then they took him away. They made it *so* real, every time they make it so real. Why do they do that?
Paul Ballard: I know you want to help me bring down the Dollhouse. Maybe it's too much, I can do this on my own. I promise I'll get you out. I'll get all of you out. If you want, I'll tell Topher what's going on with you, and he can fix it. He'll come up with a way to wipe you and you won't remember a thing. You won't have to feel sad any more.
Echo: Feeling nothing would be worse. That would be like before... asleep. And I'm awake now. I don't want to go back to sleep.
Topher Brink: Would you like a treatment?
Paul Ballard: I was just sitting... because I'm... tired.
Topher Brink: Life of a handler is pretty exhausting. Better you than me.
[after he is attacked by Echo]
Topher Brink: I remember wiping her, and then my face exploded.
Topher Brink: The human mind is like Van Halen. If you just pull out one piece and keep replacing it, it just degenerates.
Paul Ballard: Yeah, I don't understand.
Topher Brink: But it's so cute that you're trying.
Echo: [Handing baby to Nate] Here, you're not going to break him. He's not going to bite you, or spontaneously combust. You've got a Masters Degree in Engineering. This should be a piece of cake.
Nate Jordan: Now you people promised something that you can't deliver... This is not working... I'm calling it off... Get rid of her. I'll get rid of the baby.
November: Adelle, don't misunderstand. It's nice to see you. But I have this irrational fear that if I say one wrong thing, men in suits are going throw me in a black van and take me away.
Adelle DeWitt: Not at all. Your obligation to the Dollhouse is complete.
Topher Brink: May I offer you any additional enhancements? On the house. I've been working on some pretty sick apps. How do you feel about ventriloquism?
November: So tempting, I'll have to pass.
Topher Brink: It's a dying art.
Topher Brink: [as Echo is resisting going into the chair] Did you offer a treatment?
Paul Ballard: [Sarcastically] Gee, that's great idea, Topher.
Topher Brink: [after Echo's been tranquilized] You knocked her out? No! I can't wipe her when she's knocked out. Think. Okay? Just - come on. Put her in the chair. I'll wipe her when she wakes up. Whenever that is.
November: I had a daughter. She died.
Paul Ballard: I'm sorry.
November: She had a cold then it wasn't a cold. It was cancer... terminal. And my world fell apart. Within 6 months she was gone, and I was alone completely unable to function.
Cindy: This has to stop. We're going to verify all this. We're going to find proof!
Senator Daniel Perrin: We've got better than proof, we've got a name.
Topher Brink: The maternal instinct is the purest. It's too strong for a normal wipe. I outplayed myself like in chess.
Paul Ballard: Not like chess. Like Echo was in trouble and pain because you didn't think it through. She probably can't remember his name. She has to have him back, no matter what!
Topher Brink: Perhaps triggering lactation was a bridge too far. Live and learn.