Dollhouse2009

Adelle DeWitt:
[after hearing Dominic is infected by the drug] We need to know what it is.

Topher Brink:
Yes, well, we will. When I figure it out.

Adelle DeWitt:
And reversing the effect? Are you making any progress?

Topher Brink:
I'm working! What are you doing? Besides being...

Adelle DeWitt:
Being what?

Topher Brink:
Wait a minute...

Adelle DeWitt:
Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British?

Topher Brink:
It's an animal.

Adelle DeWitt:
Where?

Topher Brink:
No, the word!

Adelle DeWitt:
Still you have to admit, I am... very British. I don't say hard R's.

Topher Brink:
You know what I like? Brown sauce. What's it made of? Science doesn't know!

Adelle DeWitt:
It's made of brown.

Topher Brink:
Brown. Mined from the earth by the hardscrabble brown miners of North Brownderton.

Adelle DeWitt:
Oh, my God. I find lentils completely incomprehensible. What the sun-dappled hell is Echo doing at Fremont?

Topher Brink:
That's got nothing to do with the drug, which means our problems are huge and indomitable.

Adelle DeWitt:
Ooh. I could eat that word. Or a crisp. Do you have any crisps?

Topher Brink:
You haven't seen my drawer of inappropriate starches? C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon!

[Adelle giggles; it is clearly apparent that both she and Topher are now infected by the drug]

Adelle DeWitt:
[walking with Topher] Oh my god, I'm having such a terrible day.