Paul Ballard: That guy was a billionaire. Where'd all his money go?
Boyd Langton: Into that fine ergonomic chair you're sitting in, among other things. Blew everything on the Dollhouse.
Paul Ballard: My ass does feel very pampered.
Alpha: [to Ballard] You're in for the ride. You're not going to get loose. One of my imprints was an Eagle Scout, another one was sailor. There's a dirty joke in there somewhere.
Adelle DeWitt: One wonders how she managed. Out there. Alone. The odds of an active in an infantile state surviving outside the Dollhouse unprotected. I suppose we must take into account the fact that Echo is special.
Paul Ballard: You're punishing her for surviving. It's complete lunacy!
Paul Ballard: The wipes just push everything down. But it all surfaces again. And now she can control what and when.
Topher Brink: She can control?... What does that make her? What is she?
Paul Ballard: I know that you're looking for something that I don't think you'll find.
Adelle DeWitt: Well, you see in the Dollhouse, things aren't always what they seem.
Topher Brink: Is she still Terry Karrens?
Boyd Langton: Topher, yes.
Topher Brink: So she's a serial killer?
Boyd Langton: Only a little.
Topher Brink: Right. Only a little bit serial killer. And we let her outside.
Topher Brink: I am obsolete. This must be what old people feel like, and Blockbuster.
Adelle DeWitt: Alpha? What proof do we have?
Boyd Langton: Aside from the note, nothing.
Paul Ballard: But it makes sense. He's the only only out there with knowledge of this place and an obsession with Echo.
Adelle DeWitt: I thought that was you, Mr. Ballard.
Paul Ballard: You're hilarious.
Boyd Langton: Alpha do not do this. There's a part of you that knows this is wrong.
Alpha: There are many parts of me that know this is wrong. None of them care. And six... they just find it funny.
Topher Brink: That's the kind of problem we're having with Alpha.
Joel Myner: Yeah, the guy who wants me dead. Who is he?
Topher Brink: Uh, in a nutshell, he's this supergenius serial killer who imprinted himself with a bunch of personalities and then escaped.
Joel Myner: Wait! WHAT?
Alpha: It's ironic. It took 40 odd characters on the inside for me to realize that it's what's on the outside that counts.
Alpha: [to Ballard] Those others - our feelings for them they were imprinted, manufactured. But what she feels for you, it's different. And I want to *crack* that egg and see what's inside.
Alpha: For months you shared the same room. You never slept with her. You could have, but you didn't. If that's not love - Are you gay?
Paul Ballard: No.
Alpha: Then it's love. DeWitt thought so too.
Alpha: [Echo enters and finds Ballard on the floor and Alpha in the chair] Boyfriend's dead. You want to snuggle?... Too soon.
Alpha: Hey! I'm the one who should be mad. I created you! And who do you fall for? The schmuck I used to get in here.
Echo: He's 10 times the man you are! And you're like 40 guys!
Adelle DeWitt: I'm very sorry for Echo's suffering, but we must have answers.
Paul Ballard: So, if she floats, she's a witch.
Topher Brink: These are the craziest scans I've ever seen. I can't even look at them without going nuts! I know a conspiracy when I desperately try to avoid seeing one.
Boyd Langton: Did you tell DeWitt?
Topher Brink: No. So why don't you two crack open your little chamber pot of secrets, and tell me what's going on?
Boyd Langton: She's in control, Topher.
Topher Brink: She's in control? Not you? Not Paul? And who is "she" again? Does she still trust you with her life? And is that because she's programmed to, or just because you're a swell guy with a trustworthy brow?
Echo: [entering the room] I like to think both.
Alpha: Am I the only one who bothered to dress for this?
[pointing at the SWAT team surrounding him]
Alpha: I mean, the black works. Because, honestly, when doesn't it? It's functional, it's slimming. But you...
Alpha: You don't work for the federal government anymore. Why don't you go with just a splash of colour?
Alpha: [to Matt, tied to a chair, wearing an explosive vest] You said that she was amazing, and that it was what? Tell them.
Matt Cargill: I said it was a blast.
Alpha: Who doesn't love a pun?
[throws the detonator in the air and runs away]
Alpha: Are you scared?
Adelle DeWitt: Out of my mind.
Alpha: Smart girl. Of course, I could never be out of my mind. I have so many, the second I'm out of one, I'm right into the next.
Alpha: What do you think of how I spent my summer?
Adelle DeWitt: Most intriguing.
Alpha: That's what I love about the British - your talent for understatement. Also Python. Well, tally-ho then! In fact, what say we tally your ho's? How many you got down there these days? A couple hundred? More? Less?