could you get me a juicebox?
My first entry for this month's challenge over at picspammy. The theme is scenes and sequences. Seeing how I can't seem to stop myself from dying of laughter every time I watch some of the Topher and Adelle scenes from episode 1x7 of Dollhouse, I figured it would be a perfect subject for a picspam =)
Adelle: What should I do, think about rainbows?
Topher: Go for it.
Topher: You could've said no.
Adelle: The Rossum Corporation is why we exsist. And I believe in the work we're funding. I also believe the only reason I don't have Clive Abrose's job is because he couldn't handle mine.
Topher: Oh so now we're sharing!
Topher: .... Could you get me a juicebox?
Adelle: The drug. It's not being sold, Topher. The effects are spreading, Mr Dominic is exhibiting erratic behavior.
Topher: uh... he didn't take any. There's no way Dom would consciencely try and have fun. it could be airborne!
Adelle: We'd be seeing a lot more cases on campus, beyond even.
Topher: Exposure to a patient, whether viral or though touch... that spreads more slowly, but pretty soon that campus is gonna fill up with wacky time bombs.
Adelle: We need to know what it is.
Topher: Yes, well, we will... When I figure it out.
Adelle: And reverse the effects, are you making any progress-
Topher: I'm working! What are you doing besides... being...
Adelle: Being what?
Topher: Wait a minute...
Adelle: Sarcastic? Unfeeling? British?
Topher: It's an animal.
Adelle: (looks around) Where?
Topher: No, the word!
Adelle: Still, you have to admit, I am very British. I don't say hard R's.
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: Our problems are huge and indubitable.
Adelle: Oh... I could eat that word. Or a crisp. Do you have any crisps?
Topher: You haven't seen my drawer full of inappropriate starches?! C'mon, c'mon...
Adelle: Oh my god, I'm having such a terrible day!
Topher: (on phone) Listen to me, carefully. I've got a huge phalanx of machines that go ping. And this is carried by anyone exposed to it... though touch! It is mandated that you get any Rossum operatives off the grounds and send them back here.
Adelle: (jumping) Say hi for me!
Topher: (on phone) Nope, you dolls, you're- By which, of course, I mean NSA, CDC folks... you're safe as houses... Because of the government... They do things! But anyone else who comes in contact with the drug is susceptible! Am I sure? .... I am fairly sure.
Topher: Secret agent Victor is so lofty.
Adelle: I have a good story about him!
Topher: (phone beeps) Hold on. Hold on! I have another call. I have another call! I have a better call!
Adelle: Boyd... Did you find Echo?
Boyd: It's alright Miss DeWitt, I've worked it out.
Adelle: Worked out what? Is Echo contained?
Boyd: Just listen. (starts playing the piano)
Adelle: I know why Echo went to Fremont.
Topher: To punish you?
Adelle: To let Caroline punish me.
Mellie: Are you ever going to shut up about her?!
Adelle: You said it didn't effect them.
Topher: She's not tripping. She's glitching. She's remembering.
Adelle: I don't hear anything... She didn't finish the trigger code, she's probably right as rain.
Topher: Go check.
Adelle: I am your superior!
Topher: In every way... Go check.
Adelle: Help me get her into the chair.
Topher: I can't deal, man!
Adelle: Help. Me. Get. Her. Into the chair.
Adelle: How do you explain the man who lost his brain down his shirt?
Topher: Had an extreme dose. Way more then you can absorb. Way more then... he would've taken.
Adelle: It's a murder.
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