“It’s not just Quantum Leap week after week, mind. No. There’s a whole bunch of other characters walking around overseeing the “Dollhouse” which Echo gets returned to each week. For instance, there’s a black ex-cop who has to oversee her missions by hiding round the corner in a van and tediously getting his cover blown. There’s also an irritating nerd who performs the mind-wipe-and-brain-filling ceremonies - one of those implausible, punchable little tits who only exists in TV or movies. Apparently he’s a scientific genius, although he looks about 12 years old and everything he says has to pass through about 500 pop culture irony filters before it leaves his smackable wise-cracking mouth. The minute he first popped up on screen, I instinctively knew me and Dollhouse would never be friends, in the same way that finding a Scouting For Girls album on someone’s iPod would stop you wanting to have sex with them.”
— Charlie Brooker’s screen burn: Joss Whedon’s Dollhouse
