Paul: What does she think she's going to get out of Echo?
Boyd: She doesn't expect to get anything out of Echo. She's using her to make you squirm and it's working.
Paul: I can't help it. I don't like seeing her in pain.
Boyd: I don't like seeing her in pain. I looked into her eyes and swore to protect her, same as you. Before you. Today, protecting her means not reacting while DeWitt tortures her. So man up.

Victor/Dr. Gholsen: Oh, you don't like my remark, Ms. DeWitt? You prefer men to keep their natural urges to themselves?
Adelle: On the contrary, urges are my stock in trade. I find identifying with those of my clients to be very useful.
Victor/Dr. Gholsen: But that's your sales pitch, I think. In truth, you're very tightly controlled. See, men wear everything on the outside, including their genitalia. Whereas, you are chastised for any suggestion of sexuality. Punished, perhaps.
Adelle: So goes the entirety of intersexual relations throughout history, Dr. Gholsen. I really don't see...
Victor/Dr. Gholsen: No wonder you despise that girl. Echo. She gets to be the virgin and the whore, and for both, she's, uh, celebrated.
Adelle: Yes, very insightful. Would you like a treatment?
Victor/Dr. Gholsen: Oh, yeah. Very much so.

Topher: These are the craziest scans I've ever seen. I... I can't even look at them without going nuts! I know a conspiracy when I desperately try to avoid seeing one.

Topher: Is she... still Eleanor Penn?
Boyd: Yes.
Topher: Is she still Terry Kerrans?
Boyd: Topher, yes.
Topher: So she's a serial killer.
Boyd: Only a little.
Topher: Right. Only a little bit serial killer.

Topher: I am obsolete. This must be what old people feel like. And Blockbuster.

Adelle: Alpha? What proof do we have?
Boyd: Aside from the note, nothing.
Paul: But it makes sense. He's the only one out there with a knowledge of this place and an obsession with Echo,.
Adelle: I thought that was you, Mr. Ballard.
Paul: You're hilarious.

Topher: Let me guess. You've been done wrong by a man?
Sierra: I've been done wrong ten ways to Sunday and it's Tuesday.

Boyd: Clay Corman, ex-CEO of Comulus, ex-client of Echo's, was found dead three days ago outside of his crappy trailer in Riverside County. Throat was cut with a five-inch gut hook hunting knife. Sheriff chalked it up to a meth deal gone bad.
Paul: That guy was a billionaire. Where'd all his money go?
Boyd: Into that fine, ergonomic chair you're sitting in, among other things. Blew everything on the Dollhouse.
Paul: My ass does feel very pampered.

Alpha: Am I the only one who bothered to dress for this? I mean, the black works, because honestly, when doesn't it? It's functional, it's slimming. But you--you don't work for the federal government anymore. Why don't you go with just a splash of color?
Boyd: Trigger device.
Paul: Yep. Put it down, Alpha.
Alpha: If I do then he will become a splash of color. I'm thinking red.

Boyd: 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 that care. And six that just find it funny.

Alpha: All right, tell me the truth. What do you think of the suit?
Adelle: You're quite the dandy.
Alpha: It's a little Brummel. I've gone a little Brummel. It's better to look good than to feel good. 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: Are you scared?
Adelle: Out of my mind.
Alpha: Smart girl. Of course, I could never be out of my mind. I have so many, and the second I'm out of one, I'm right into the next.

Alpha: That's what I love about the British--your talent for understatement. Also Python.

Alpha: You're in for the ride. You're not going to get loose. One of my imprints was an Eagle Scout. Another one was a sailor. There's a dirty joke in there somewhere.

Alpha: I was there. I saw everything.
Paul: There was nothing to see.
Alpha: That's how I know that I am not wrong. 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: No.
Alpha: Then it's love.

Boyd: We don't have much time.
Topher: Won't take me a second to put this together.
Boyd: You have to put it together?!
Topher: It's the manufacturing room, not the "it's finished" room!

Alpha: Hey! I'm the only 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 ten times the man you are, and you're, like, 40 guys.

Paul: So if she floats, she's a witch?

A reference to Monty Python and the Holy Grail, in which there is an absurdist argument about a witch, wood, and a duck and comparing properties therein to come to the conclusion that "if she drowns, she's not a witch, but if she floats, she's a witch"... and essentially, she's screwed either way.

Alpha: It's a little Brummel. I've gone a little Brummel.

Alpha is referring to Beau Brummel, the famous English fashionplate of the early 19th century. A famous dandy, he gave birth to what eventually became the modern male suit, and was considered the arbiter of fashion in Regency England.

Alpha: Nothing more than feelings.

Referring to the 1975 song Feelings, composed by Loulou Gasté and popularized by Morris Albert. Popular in time, it's fallen into parody as a sappy sentimental 70s song.

Alpha: But nothing more than the average bear, so why do you get to be her honey, hmm?

A reference to Yogi Bear, whose self-promoting catchphrase was that he was "smarter than the average bear."

Alpha: Get over it, babies. Love the ones you're with.

A reference to the chorus of Stephen Stills song, Love the One You're With.