So, Dollhouse is pretty much perfection, right?

Oh, my god, what the shit ya'll!  That was boss, man!  Perfection, utter perfection.  Witness the exchange below!

Topher:  What are you doing?
Adelle: Doing?
Topher: Besides being ...
Adelle:  Being what?  Sarcastic?  Controlling?  British?
Topher: It's an animal.
Adelle: 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:  Bro-own.  Mined from the earth by the hard scrabbled brown miners of North Brownerton
Adelle:  Oh my god.  I find lentils totally incomprehensible.
Topher:  Hee hee hee hee ... That's got nothing to do with the drug.  Which means our problems are huge and indomitable
Adelle:  Oooh, I could eat that word.  Or a crisp?  Do you have any crisps?
Topher: You haven't seen my Drawer of Inapropriate Starches! 
Adelle:  Oh my god, I'm having such a terrible day.

I mean, Oh. my. god.  This was like the best and the worse episode of Dollhouse to watch when crazy high, man.  It was so surreal.  And that couch Adelle was lying on (rawr) was the exact same couch that I was lying on, and I felt like we were all in the same room, lying on that couch together, firin' up the hookah, eating too many cookies and laughing at everything.  We totally would have cuddled, too.  Totally.

( I find lentils totally incomprehensible ... no spoilers really since I comprehended about 10% of this episode ... )

And any coherence I once had is gone now, and my stomach hurts (rice cakes followed by chocolate frosting from the can wasn't such a good idea, even though it seemed like a good idea in the middle of a David Bowie dance sequence from Labyrinth) so it's time to hit post ...

MANSIONS IN MY EYES!